V.

Stern endurance, bitterer still,

Sharp with self-denial,

Fraught with loftier sacrifice,

Fuller far of trial--

Strews our flinty path of thorns--

Marks our bloody story--

Fits us for the victor's palm--

Weaves our robe of glory!

Shall we faint with God above,

And His strong arm under--

And the cold world gazing on,

In a maze of wonder?

No! with more resistless march,

More resolved endeavor,

Press we onward--struggle still,

Fight and win forever!

--Holy peace will heal all ills,

Joy all losses cover,

Raptures rend our Southern skies,

When the war is over!

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