O mother whose benignant arms enfold us,
O heart of all New England, bravest, best,
Whose voice, forever strong and sweet, hath told us
That life is work and work alone is rest,
God be thy guide as onward still thou farest;
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Still breathe upon they sons the hero's breath;
And still, as high and higher yet thou darest,
Fear nothing; "be thou faithful unto death."