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LISTEN COMRADES.
Written by request and read at Huntington Hall, Evening Services, 1897.
Listen, comrades, deep and tender is the burden of the strain,
Like a restful benediction to the battle weary brain,
Over vale and wood and mountain, it shall echo far and wide,
Praising those who fought and conquered, praising those who fought and died.
Like a restful benediction to the battle weary brain,
Over vale and wood and mountain, it shall echo far and wide,
Praising those who fought and conquered, praising those who fought and died.
In the beauty of the springtime with what rapture we have heard
Thrilling notes of martial music till the palsied limbs have stirred,
And we felt to still be marching, marching as we used to do.
With the grand old flag before us and the victory in view.
Thrilling notes of martial music till the palsied limbs have stirred,
And we felt to still be marching, marching as we used to do.
With the grand old flag before us and the victory in view.
