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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."