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'Tis not hard to bear the brunt Of the foe's assault in front, 'Tis harder much our doubtings and our fears to subjugate; But we never will despair, We will dare and ever dare, Till our constancy and courage win at last the smile of fate!
Then a bumper let us drain To our many comrades slain; 'Tis no shame if to our eyes the tear-drops start: We'll keep silence for a space, Tracing o'er each vanished face, Then once more, refreshed and strengthened, on our pilgrimage depart.
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