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They wait thee to lead them on,
They list thy war-note by hill and stream:
Hath the spirit that nerved thee to battle flown?
Oh! wake thee from thy dream!
They list thy war-note by hill and stream:
Hath the spirit that nerved thee to battle flown?
Oh! wake thee from thy dream!
Thou phantom of the past!
Long hast thou slumbered in dull decay:
And thy comrades, the bravest, the best, the last,
Have passed like thee away.
Long hast thou slumbered in dull decay:
And thy comrades, the bravest, the best, the last,
Have passed like thee away.
Vainly I call thee now!
Thou heed'st not a moment my feeble breath,
Thine eye is dim, and thy noble brow
Pressed by the hand of Death.
Thou heed'st not a moment my feeble breath,
Thine eye is dim, and thy noble brow
Pressed by the hand of Death.
Thy clarion's voice is still;
And thy banner furled, to the moth is given,
No more shall its folds at thy sovereign will,
Float in the breeze of heaven.
And thy banner furled, to the moth is given,
No more shall its folds at thy sovereign will,
Float in the breeze of heaven.
All is alike forgot!
Thou, as do others, have laid thee down,
Thy deeds of valor remembering not,
And deaf to all renown.
Thou, as do others, have laid thee down,
Thy deeds of valor remembering not,
And deaf to all renown.
