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Each brow is flushed with anger, when they think how Ellsworth died!
So young and noble was he ! our nation's pet and pride !
Yet his spirit was the first to leave this treason-tainted strand,
And put on heavenly armor in that bright, that better land,
And there he marcheth on !
May God protect our brothers in the camp or in
the field ! And be as He has promised, the soldier's strength
and shield. Be with them through the contest! Return them
to their friends ! And guide them to that city where pleasure never
There, ever to march on !