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They told her of his courage high, Mid brutal force and might;How he had nerved himself to die In battl'ng for the right.
It seemed as if a fearful storm Swept wildly round her soul;A moment, and her fragile form Bent 'neath its fierce control.
From lip and brow the color fled— But light flashed to her eye:"'Tis well! 'tis well I' the mother said, "That thus my child should die.
"'T is well that, to his latest breath, He plead for liberty;Truth nerved him for the hour of death, And taught him how to die.
"It taught him how to cast aside Earth's honors and renown;To trample on her fame and pride, And win a martyr's crown."
