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With sandals of Iron the battle-men came,
Deep marking their pathway with slaughter and fame
On nillars each chiselled his deed and his name,
And died. fondly dreaming their trophies were fame!
Slow ages came after the conqueror's heel,


Spread grass on the red turf and shvered the STEEL
To dust flung the pillars, saved millions had wrought
And the heroes alas with their fame, were forgot!
They rose like the surges that shrek to the storm,
Thev passed like the whirlwind that manles its form,
They mounted like Eagles were knownby therscream-
With the cloud and the lightning they fed like dream
few are unsmtten, few are not lost


The Sidneys and Hampdens, who fearlcssly tossed
Their hands in defiance of tyrant and chain
Like stars set in Heaven5 undmmed they remain!
Round Marathon, ages on ages shall tread,


Thermopyle, hallowed, shall live with her dead,
And Grutle's defender, and Athens proud sage,
Shall rse-while earhs Tyrants have pillar nor page
And Vernon where freedom has knelt by her urn,
Through Washington's dust shall forseulness spurn'
And fling on the future light to the last,


Till back from their mission the ages have passed
The good are not perished-from heart unto heart
They on like the Sun burst, eternaly dart,
Unheeding white pillar or trumpet or name
The love that we bear them their trophy and fame!