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Hark ! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ?
Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle: " Ha, Mary, good-by!"
And his life-blood is ebbing and splashing.
" All quiet along the Potomac to-night!" No sound save the rush of the river; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead, And the picket 's off duty forever! |
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"INDEPENDENCE DAY."
Oh, Freedom is a blessed thing!
And men have marched in stricken fields, And fought, and bled, to nobly grasp
The glorious fruit that freedom yields. Then let the banner float the air,
The fairest ones of freedom's types— The stars are fading one by one—
What matter? We have still the stripes! Oh ! happy men of Maryland,
Remember! we have still the stripes!
Why heed the cannon in your streets,
The bayonets that block your way? Rejoice, for you were free men once,
And this is, " Independence Day." Then let the banner float the air,
The fairest one of freedom's types— The stars are fading one by one—
What matter ? we have still the stripes ! Oh! happy men of Maryland,
Remember! we have still the stripes ! |
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