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11The muffled drum's sad roll has beat; The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
22No more on life's parade shall meet The soldier's last tattoo;
33That brave and fallen few. No more on Life's parade shall meet
44No rumour of the foe's advance That brave and fallen few.
55now swells upon the wind; On Fame's eternal camping-ground
66No troubled thought at midnight haunts Their silent tents are spread,
77Of loved ones left behind. And Glory guards, with solemn round,
88 The bivouac of the dead.
99Long had the doubtful conflict raged
1010O'er all that stricken plain, No rumor of the foe's advance
1111For never fiercer fight had waged Now swells upon the wind;
1212The vengeful blood of Spain; No troubled thought at midnight haunts
1313And still the storm of battle blew, Of loved ones left behind;
1414Still swelled the glory tide; No vision of the morrow's strife
1515Not long, our stout old Chieftain knew, The warrior's dream alarms;
1616Such odds his strength could bide. No braying horn nor screaming fife
1717 At dawn shall call to arms.
1818Twas in that hour his stern command
1919Called to a martyr's grave Their shivered swords are red with rust,
2020The flower of his beloved land, Their plumèd heads are bowed;
2121The nation's flag to save. Their haughty banner, trailed in dust,
2222By rivers of their father's gore Is now their martial shroud.
2323His first-born laurels grew, And plenteous funeral tears have washed
2424And well he deemed the sons would pour The red stains from each brow,
2525Their lives for glory too. And the proud forms, by battle gashed,
2626 Are free from anguish now.
2727Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead,
2828Dear as the blood ye grave, The neighing troop, the flashing blade,
2929Where valor proudly sleeps. The bugle's stirring blast,
30The charge, the dreadful cannonade,
31 The din and shout, are past;
32Nor war's wild note nor glory's peal
33 Shall thrill with fierce delight
34Those breasts that nevermore may feel
35 The rapture of the fight.
36
37Like the fierce northern hurricane
38 That sweeps his great plateau,
39Flushed with the triumph yet to gain,
40 Came down the serried foe.
41Who heard the thunder of the fray
42 Break o'er the field beneath,
43Knew well the watchword of that day
44 Was "Victory or Death."
45
46Long had the doubtful conflict raged
47 O'er all that stricken plain,
48For never fiercer fight had waged
49 The vengeful blood of Spain;
50And still the storm of battle blew,
51 Still swelled the gory tide;
52Not long, our stout old chieftain knew,
53 Such odds his strength could bide.
54
55'T was in that hour his stern command
56 Called to a martyr's grave
57The flower of his beloved land,
58 The nation's flag to save.
59By rivers of their fathers' gore
60 His first-born laurels grew,
61And well he deemed the sons would pour
62 Their lives for glory too.
63
64Full many a norther's breath has swept
65 O'er Angostura's plain,
66And long the pitying sky has wept
67 Above its mouldered slain.
68The raven's scream, or eagle's flight,
69 Or shepherd's pensive lay,
70Alone awakes each sullen height
71 That frowned o'er that dread fray.
72
73Sons of the Dark and Bloody Ground,
74 Ye must not slumber there,
75Where stranger steps and tongues resound
76 Along the heedless air.
77Your own proud land's heroic soil
78 Shall be your fitter grave:
79She claims from war his richest spoil --
80 The ashes of her brave.
81
82Thus 'neath their parent turf they rest
83 Far from the gory field,
84Borne to a Spartan mother's breast
85 On many a bloody shield;
86The sunshine of their native sky
87 Smiles sadly on them here,
88And kindred eyes and hearts watch by
89 The heroes' sepulchre.
90
91Rest on, embalmed and sainted dead!
92 Dear as the blood ye gave;
93No impious footstep here shall tread
94 The herbage of your grave;
95Nor shall your glory be forgot
96 While Fame her record keeps,
97Or Honor points the hallowed spot
98 Where Valor proudly sleeps.
99
100Yon marble minstrel's voiceless stone
101 In deathless song shall tell,
102When many a vanished age hath flown,
103 The story how ye fell;
104Nor wreck, nor change, nor winter's blight,
105 Nor Time's remorseless doom,
106Shall dim one ray of glory's light
107 That gilds your deathless tomb.

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