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And Hope unfurled her starry wing
In glory o'er thy head.
In glory o'er thy head.
In the sweet May-time, when flowers awoke,
And earth was very fair,
To the bending heaven the soldier's soul
Uprose on the breath of prayer,
And the shout of "Victory!"—here unheard—
Was the soldier's welcome there.
And earth was very fair,
To the bending heaven the soldier's soul
Uprose on the breath of prayer,
And the shout of "Victory!"—here unheard—
Was the soldier's welcome there.
