But for these ones, this world
Like warrior, old
Beaten down, defeated
Hushed, numbly cold
Would, hope-desolated
As mourned over be.
But for their cheer-raising
Look of flag bearing.
For which cause, heard uproused
Liberty's, laughed in!
Ran with through, who've espoused
The reverse vainly.
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