2.
By all the hallowed mem'ries
That throng our pathway here,
By all the scenes of pleasure
That friendships warm endear,
By all the love we bear thee
That e'er our-lives shall show,
And by thy love, so tender,
Thy blessing ere we go.
3.
Then' mid the strifes and struggles
We journey forth to meet,
Not ours shall be the triumphs
That our brave efforts greet,
Thine, thine be all the glory
For all to thee we owe;
Thy hand has armed thy children,
So bless us ere we go.
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