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Show 54 VINCENT Oaf:. Go forth to fields where glory floats In every trumpet's cheering notes I Go forth, to where a fl·ecman's death Glares in each cannon's fiery breath I Go forth and triumph o'er the foe. Or failing that, with pleasure go ' ~'o molder on the battle· plain, Freed ever from the tyrant's chain I But if your hearts should craven prove Forgetful of yom zcal-yom love ' For rights and franchises of men My heart will break; but even t~en Whilst biddin" life and e"'''l d' ' 0 ~ <.W-IilU ICU ',l 'his b. e the pmycr I'll b rcath c for y' ou : Passmg from guil' to . 11 mtscry, May this for aye your portion be- Ahle , dragged out beneath the ro' d- An end, abhorred of man and GodAs monument, the chains you nurse- As epitaph ' y OUI. moth er's curse I' " ·:t· -::- -::- -::- A thousand hearts arc brcalhi~·g high," And VOI~cs shouting "Victory!" Which soon will hush iu death ,. VrNCEN'r Oc:E. The trumpet clang of joy that speaks, Will soon be clrO\vned in the shrieks Of the wounded's stifling breath, The tyrant's plume in dust lies low- Th' oppressed has triumphed o'er his foe. But ah I the lull in the furious blast May whisper not of 1·uin past; 65 It may tell of the tempest hurrying on, 'l'o complete the work the blast begun. With the voice of a Syrcn, it may whisp'ringly tell Of a moment of hope in the deluge of rain; And the slJout of the free heart may rapt'rously swell, While the tyrant is gath'ring his power again. Though the balm of the leech may soften the smart, It never can tmn the swift barb from its aim ; And thus the resolve of the true freeman's heart May not keep back his fall, though it free it from shame. 'l'hough the hearts of those heroes all well could accord With freedom's most noble and loftiest word; rrhoir virtuous strength avuilcth them nought 'With the power and skill that the tyrant brought. Gray veterans trained in many a field \Vhcre the fate of nations with blood was sealed, |