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[p. 35]
When roar of battle, clash of steel
Those patriot hearts could not dismay.
Well may the centuries mark the hour
When freedom finds such worshippers.
Lost youth, the dying gaze on April skies,
Pain, groans, heart-aches, and tears forgotten now,
The camps of dead, known and unknown,
We honor in our midst, all this we cry,
Outweighed by liberty for all.

Faithful to serve the nation's need,
Cherish and love what the forefathers gave
That cost them such a noble price.
On Medford hills will sound the pipes of peace.

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