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