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GOING AND COMING.
Forward!
On to the front! From peace and life, child with their clinging
From wife and hands,
To the shock and crash of the fearful strife,
To the unknown grave in the Southern lands.
Yet firm as the beat of their martial feet,
And strong with a freeman's strength of soul,
They marched away through the crowded street
With quiver of trumpet drums loud roll,
Forward!
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Home!
With silken folds of the banner torn
In gaps, with the sunlight streaming through,
The bayonets gleam from the muskets worn,
And stain and dust on the army blue;
Back from the battle-fields far away,
Their medals of bronze on cheek and brow,
They came through the city streets to-day,
Our Legion of Honor we call them now.
On to the front! From peace and life, child with their clinging
From wife and hands,
To the shock and crash of the fearful strife,
To the unknown grave in the Southern lands.
Yet firm as the beat of their martial feet,
And strong with a freeman's strength of soul,
They marched away through the crowded street
With quiver of trumpet drums loud roll,
Forward!
······
Home!
With silken folds of the banner torn
In gaps, with the sunlight streaming through,
The bayonets gleam from the muskets worn,
And stain and dust on the army blue;
Back from the battle-fields far away,
Their medals of bronze on cheek and brow,
They came through the city streets to-day,
Our Legion of Honor we call them now.
