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Thy gallant men stepped steady and serene,
To that war-music’s stern and strong delight.
Where bayonets clinched above the trampled green,
Where sabres grappled in the ocean-fight;
In siege, in storm, on deck or rampart, there
They hunted the wolf Danger to his lair,
And sought and won sweet Peace, and wreaths for Honor’s hair!
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And with thy smiles, sweet Peace, came woman’s, bringing
The Eden-sunshine of her welcome kiss,
And lovers’ flutes, and children’s voices singing
The maiden’s promised, matron’s perfect bliss,
And heart and home-bells blending with their ringing
Thank-offerings borne to holier worlds than this,
And the proud green of Glory’s laurel-leaves,
And gold, the gift to Peace, of Plenty’s summer sheaves.
