The fair sunshine does not alway make bright
Our stream, there was a time when war swept o'er
The shud'dring land, when face to face met Right
And Wrong; and then the river onward bore
Its tide of youth and hope all dark and red
With blood shed by its bravest and its best.
The later Puritan, whose heart regained
Its ancient zeal, opposed his stubborn breast,
And by his side were heroes of the West.
The gilded youth were also there to show
Good metal lay beneath the outward dross,
And all went forth against the country's foe,
Nor did they heed of life and limb the loss,
But were the foremost in the fierce affray;
And many died, and dying so, died well,
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