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The Two Armies. 189
It points the lover's fearless brand ; It thrills the languid, warms the cold, Gives even new courage to the clod. To its own lofty trust in God.
When heaven shall blow the trump of peace,
And bid this weary warfare cease,
Their several missions nobly done,
The triumph grasped and freedom won ;
Both armies from their toils at rest.
Alike may claim the victor's crest.
But each shall see its dearest prize
Gleam softly from the other's eyes.
