RESURGAMUS.
Go where the sunlight brightly falls,
Through tangled grass too thick to wave;
Where silence, save the cricket's calls,
Reigns o'er a patriot's grave;
And you shall see Faith's violets spring
From whence his soul on heavenward wing
Rose to the realms where heroes dwell:
Heroes who for their country fell;
Heroes for whom our bosoms swell;
Heroes in battle slain.
God of the just! they are not dead,—
Those who have erst for freedom bled;—
Their every deed has boldly said
We all shall rise again.
A patriot's deeds can never die,—
Time's noblest heritage are they,—
Though countless æons pass them by,
They rise at last to day.
The spirits of our fathers rise
Triumphant through the starry skies;
And we may hear their choral song,—
The firm in faith, the noble throng,—
It bids us crush a deadly wrong,
Wrought by red-handed Cain.
AND WE SHALL CONQUER! for the Right
Goes onward with resistless might:
His hand shall win for us the fight.
We, too, shall rise again!
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