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In silence Pray!

Bite your tongues, Still your hearts! Let not a voice be heard! We honor here The brave, who died, Our tears as they're interred.

Yea, though we walk through this valley of death, We walk with our souls held high. Patriots daring to pray here are bless'ed. Quitters commit matricide.

Ground the children Well in this, And let not one be spared, Or this shroud Spun of our blood Will rot and disappear.

Yet, I confess, A loss, for want of joy And happiness.

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