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l memories of the ear. III. A little while it seems Since those were daily thoughts which now are dreams. A little while is gone Since, the last battle fought, the victory won, We saw sweet Peace come back with all her charms, And watched a million men lay down their arms. But at this morning's call We bridge the interval; And yet once more, with no regretful tears, Live back again, though now men's blood be cooled, Through the long vista of the fading years To days when Sumner spoke, and Andrew ruled. IV. Courage is first and last of what we need To mould a nation for triumphal sway: All else is empty air, A promise vainly fair, Like the bright beauty of the ocean spray Tossed up toward heaven, but never reaching there. Not in the past, but in the future, we Must seek the mastery Of fate and fortune, thought and word and deed. Gone, gone for aye, the little Puritan homes; Gone the beleaguered town, from out whose spires Flashed forth the warning fires Telling the Cambridge rust