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FIFES AND DRUMS
We have bound the ancient wounds—unhealed wounds that harmed them—
Shared with them our freedom from fear and over-lord.
Surely these shall aid us when our hand is on the sword.
Not with misplaced confidence, not in foolish blindness,
Do we trust these guests today who have known our best,—
These who wrought with us in peace, walked with us in kindness,
These shall never fail us when men's souls are at the test,
These shall guard the honor of the House that gave them rest.
Theodosia Garrison.
