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SONG OF THE UNION SOLDIERS.
The germs of valor, slumbering now,
Will bloom on fields of glory, And bear such fruit as long shall be
Embalmed in song and story.
Dear are the joys we 've left behind —
Aye, dear beyond all measure, Each sweet and sacred tie of home,
Each holy household treasure. But dearer far our native land—
God's blessings rest upon her ! We proudly say we 'd die to-day
To shield her from dishonor !
Her past was bright with glorious deeds —
Their memory still is shining With light so clear, it warms us here,
And hushes all repining. In that calm " light of other days "
Our fathers stand before us, And tell us how to meet the ills
That now hang darkly o'er us.
Their spirit-voices seem to float Above the night-wind's wailing,
And breathe, in many a thrilling note, Of hope and trust unfailing.