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The Cadets At New Market.[1]

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Their sleep is made glorious,     And dead they're victorious         Over defeat!     Never Lethean billows     Shall roll o'er their pillows,         Red with the feet     Of Mars from the wine press         So bitterly sweet!     Sleeping, but glorious,         Dead in Fame's portal,     Dead, but victorious,      Dead, but immortal!     They gave us great glory,         What more could they give?     They have left us a story,         A story to live -     And blaze on the brows of the State like a crown,     While from these grand mountains the rivers run down,     While grass grows in graveyards, or the Ocean's deep calls,     Their deeds and their glory shall fresco these walls.

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