America : our national hymn . r her roll — Her roll of honored men. Some in the sunny days of youth, And some in ripening age,Went forth with valiant hearts and hopes, To breast the conflicts rage;And history every name records On her immortal page. Weep at the shrines where once they knelt, And where the heroes sleep;Weep where the funeral pomp proceeds, At vacant firesides weep;When did thy sickle, mighty Death, So precious harvests reap ? And sing a paean oer their dust, A requiem for the brave;Sing hymns of cheerful melody THE STUDENT SOLDIERS. Above each soldiers grave;In solemn joy, with

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America : our national hymn . r her roll — Her roll of honored men. Some in the sunny days of youth, And some in ripening age,Went forth with valiant hearts and hopes, To breast the conflicts rage;And history every name records On her immortal page. Weep at the shrines where once they knelt, And where the heroes sleep;Weep where the funeral pomp proceeds, At vacant firesides weep;When did thy sickle, mighty Death, So precious harvests reap ? And sing a paean oer their dust, A requiem for the brave;Sing hymns of cheerful melody THE STUDENT SOLDIERS. Above each soldiers grave;In solemn joy, with festal folds,Let the old banners wave. Freedom on every bloody field Through them new triumphs won; Her honored wreaths are on the browOf every favorite son ; And age is reckoned, not by deeds of valor done. While Fame inscribes ten thousand names, Along her pillared nave,Of patriot sons and sires who sleep In glorys star-gemmed grave,Of all the list, fair Science claims The bravest of the brave. January 8,

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