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Thomas Moore - Forget Not the Field
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Forget not the field where they perish`d, 
   The truest, the last of the brave, 
All gone — and the bright hope we cherish`d 
   Gone with them, and quench`d in their grave! 

Oh! could we from death but recover 
   Those hearts as they bounded before, 
In the face of high heaven to fight over 
   That combat for freedom once more; — 

Could the chain for an instant be riven 
   Which Tyranny flung round us then, 
No, `tis not in Man, nor in Heaven, 
   To let Tyranny bind it again! 

But `tis past — and, though blazon`d in story 
   The name of our Victor may be, 
Accurst is the march of that glory 
   Which treads o`er the hearts of the free. 

For dearer the grave or the prison, 
   Illumed by one patriot name, 
Than the trophies of all who have risen 
   On Liberty`s ruins to fame.
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