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N OT unto us who did but seek
Upon us fell in early youth
Thenceforth our life a fight became,
We bore, as Freedom's hope forlorn,
We prayed and hoped; but still, with awe,
The coming of the sword we saw; We heard the nearing steps of doom, And saw the shade of things to come.
In grief which they alone can feel
With blended lines of fear and hope
For still within her house of life
Deep as our love for her, became
We hoped for peace : our eyes survey
Not skill nor strength nor zeal of ours
A redder sea than Egypt's wave
To whom be glory, first and last ! 3d Mo., 1865.