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ON A PICTURE OF HARVEY BIRCH.
For whom no poet’s harp is struck,
No laurel wreath is twined;
Who pass unheard—unknown, away,
And leave no trace behind;—
No laurel wreath is twined;
Who pass unheard—unknown, away,
And leave no trace behind;—
Who, but for their unwavering trust
In Justice, Truth, and God,
Would faint upon their weary way,
And perish by the road.
In Justice, Truth, and God,
Would faint upon their weary way,
And perish by the road.
Truth, Justice, God! Oh mighty faith,
To bear us up unharmed;
The gates of Hell may not prevail
Against a soul so armed.
To bear us up unharmed;
The gates of Hell may not prevail
Against a soul so armed.
