Go, with a manly heart,
⁠Where courage leads the brave,—
High thoughts, not years, have stamped their part,
⁠Who shunned the coward's grave.

Clear, to the eye of youth,
⁠Their record stands enrolled,
Who held aloft the flag of Truth,
⁠Nor slept beneath its fold.

They heard the trumpet sound
⁠Where hosts to battle trod,
And marched along that burning ground;
⁠Fear not! they rest with God.

​Like them advance in love,
⁠And upward bend thy sight;
Win Faith through Prayer; He rules above
⁠Who still protects the right.