The Patriot Dead.
No tears for them!—the bright! the brave!
Weep for the coward life,
That dares not go where honor calls,
And, shrinking, shuns the strife;
But speak of them with reverent eye,
Awed voice, and low-bowed head,
And teach your babes 'twere proud to die
Like them—the patriot dead.
Weep for the coward life,
That dares not go where honor calls,
And, shrinking, shuns the strife;
But speak of them with reverent eye,
Awed voice, and low-bowed head,
And teach your babes 'twere proud to die
Like them—the patriot dead.
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