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sanctified and glorified as it is by the blood and tears of the past, and wave it again in the air, and sing once more their old war songs? When these heads are white with glory,
When the shadows from the west,
Lengthen as you tell your story,
In the vet'ran's ward to rest,
May no ingrate's word of sneering,
Reach one heart of all the brave,
But may honor, praise, and cheering,
Guard old valor to the grave.
When the shadows from the west,
Lengthen as you tell your story,
In the vet'ran's ward to rest,
May no ingrate's word of sneering,
Reach one heart of all the brave,
But may honor, praise, and cheering,
Guard old valor to the grave.
