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POEMS.
Long, weary the march, yet their faltering feet
Ne'er halted to rest, mid the dust and the heat;
Though rugged the pathway, and thorny the road,
In faith they pressed on, bravely bearing their load.
Ne'er halted to rest, mid the dust and the heat;
Though rugged the pathway, and thorny the road,
In faith they pressed on, bravely bearing their load.
Now triumph is theirs, for life's battle is o'er
The din of the conflict shall deafen no more;
The struggle was fierce, the fight hard and long,
But it ended at last in the conqueror's song.
The din of the conflict shall deafen no more;
The struggle was fierce, the fight hard and long,
But it ended at last in the conqueror's song.
Yes, weep for the living, on Time's troubled sea,
Their hope-freighted bark may a shattered wreck be;
But mourn not the holy dead, calmly they rest,
Their bark safely moored by the Isles of the Blest.
Their hope-freighted bark may a shattered wreck be;
But mourn not the holy dead, calmly they rest,
Their bark safely moored by the Isles of the Blest.
