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Before the leaden hail of musketry,
Onward they bravely bent, and faltered not,
But faced war's smiting gusts and proudly sang A hymn of glory when the peace bells rang.
But they, and all their armed comrades, met
A gallant foe, full worthy of their steel. It was as in the valiant times of old,
When Greek joined Greek; for true were they, and leal— Those southern souls—to what they deemed the right, And nobly fought for cause, for home and hearth; 'Twas Anglo-Saxon lustihood that clashed,
'Mong men of equal nerve, and brawn, and birth. Long and relentless waged the awful strife, And rippling flowed the ruddy tide of life.
Back to the peaceful callings they had left—
When war was done—came, heartfully, the men That death had missed. Back to the forge and bench,
The busy mart, the easel and the pen. The great and robust city grew apace,
Beneath the smiles and promisings of peace; Her people thrived, and hopeful were, as those
That Jason led to seek "The Golden Fleece." The world, admiring, watched her high emprise, And, wond'ring, saw her noble structures rise.