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The following hymn was then sung:
HYMN II.—"America."
Hallowed be all around ! This place is holy ground,
Henceforth, for aye ;
Here mountain shadows wave O'er many a cherished grave,
Where sleep the young and brave,
Home from the fray !
Here, where the flash and roar
Battle and carnage bore
Over the main,
Soft, on your lowly bed,
Rest your fame-laurel'd head,
Our noble patriot dead,
By treason slain!
Grief stricken hearts have throbbed,
Sable clad homes have sobbed
Far from your rest; Listened for steps in vain, That ne'er shall come again,
To swell the victor's train,
From East to West!
Antietam's liquid gem Murmurs your requiem
In mournful strain !
Angels unseen stand near, Bright guard of honor here, Till Christ, our Lord appear,
Mighty to reign !
Silence and sadness round—
No bugle's martial sound
Your sleep breaks now.
Columbia, saved, now sheathes
Her conquering sword ; Fame wreathes
Where'er true manhood breathes,
Your pale, cold brow !
"Glory to God on high,"
Peal through earth, sea and sky,
"Good will to men !" Blending and rising higher,
Like Pentecostal fire,
Let Freedom's strains inspire
All hearts ! Amen !