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108 PARTING HYMN.
Then up with our banner ! its stars never shone
With a lustre so pure and so warm; Like a beacon's calm ray, pointing out the safe way,
They gleam through this gathering storm. This heart-cheerinjj lijjht led our fathers aright,
Through all the dark perils they knew; The same magic glow shall lead us to the foe,
And light us to victory too!
BY OLIVER WENDELL. HOLMES.
Air — " Dundee.''''
FATHER of Mercies, Heavenly Friend,
We seek Thy gracious throne ; To Thee our faltering prayers ascend, Our fainting hearts are known !
From blasts that chill, from suns that smite, From every plague that harms ;
In camp and march, in siege and fight, Protect our men-at-arms!