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     And God's life is in the cause
That we suffer for to-day.

Well to suffer is divine;
     Pass the watchword down the line,
Pass the countersign: ‘Endure.’
     Not to him who rashly dares,
But to him who nobly bears,
     Is the victor's garland sure.

Frozen earth to frozen breast,
     Lay our slain one down to rest;
Lay him down in hope and faith,
     And above the broken sod,
Once again, to Freedom's God,
     Pledge ourselves for life or death,

That the State whose walls we lay,
     In our blood and tears, to-day,
Shall be free from bonds of shame,
     And our goodly land untrod
By the feet of Slavery, shod
     With cursing as with flame!

Plant the Buckeye on his grave,
     For the hunter of the slave
In its shadow cannot rest;
     And let martyr mound and tree
Be our pledge and guaranty
     Of the freedom of the West!

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