Capitolo 28
With crimson deeper dyed.
Ah! very the heart of a mother will ache,
And it bleeds with aching anguish,
When news come of him who marched
So happily before to wage war.
Oh! sad for them, the stricken one down
In the first dawn of virility,
It is still sadder for loving hearts.
God comforts them that cries!
Yes, victory has a terrible price
Our hearts can tighten to be paid,
It is wounded torn they will mix with the joy
That greets one glorious day.
But he who die in the cause of the liberty,
We cannot count him/it lost;
A battle won for the truth and right
The blood that has cost be worth!
Mothers of Or! count him/it anything earned
What them for that you cry,
Transmits the inheritance of the equitable Liberty
To millions still not yet been born;--
It is better than thousand years
Of base, ignoble breath,
The fragrant memory of a patriot,
The first death of a hero!
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HATES IN HARVARD.
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(AT CANTATO ANNUAL SUPPERS OF THE BATON IN HARVARD
Of New York. YORK NUOVA.)
HATES IN HARVARD.
ME.
(Feb. 23, 1869.)
Equitable Harvard, the dear guide of the gilded days of our youth;
To thy you call all of our hearts they possess a shiver,
We turn from life. public road, his/her business, his/her cares,
Us he/she anchors we are boys in guardianship of thy.
And the warm blood of youth to our veins, as of yore,
He/she returns with impetuous flow,
Reviving the scenes and the hopes that were ours
In they faded away him, but sweet a long time ago.
Once more through walks of thy, Alma Mater, we tread,
And us once more we dream the equitable dreams of youth,
We am heroes in struggle for the Solo and the Right,
We am riders without fear, without stain;
His/her doors in perspective of fair the world opens wide,
Its prizes seem easy to win,--
We am strong in our faith, we am daring in our strength,
And we passionately desire the run to start.
Although it darkened it is our hopes, and our visions are run away,
Our dreams were but they dream, it is true;