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And when thus his comrades found him, there was triumph in their tears,—
He had gathered glory's harvest in that bloody sheaf of spears.
He had gathered glory's harvest in that bloody sheaf of spears.
Lo, it is an ancient story, and, as through the shades of night,
We are gazing through dim ages, on that fierce, unequal fight;—
But the darkness is illumined by one grand, heroic deed,
And we hear the shout of Arnold, and we see his great heart bleed!
We are gazing through dim ages, on that fierce, unequal fight;—
But the darkness is illumined by one grand, heroic deed,
And we hear the shout of Arnold, and we see his great heart bleed!
Yet to-day, O hero-martyr, does the Switzer guard thy name,
And to-day thy glorious legend touches all his heart with flame;
And with reverence meek and careful still he hands thy memory down,
By the chapel in the mountains, and the statue in the town.
And to-day thy glorious legend touches all his heart with flame;
And with reverence meek and careful still he hands thy memory down,
By the chapel in the mountains, and the statue in the town.
Take thou courage, struggling spirit! Thus, upon life's battle-plain,
God for all his heroes careth, and they cannot fall in vain!
God for all his heroes careth, and they cannot fall in vain!
