How Long has Mem'ry Ceased to Be?

How long has mem’ry ceased to be

Among a people free,

And how long shall a country last,

Forgetful of her past?


Shall deeds of valor fade away,

Like light at end of day,

And tales of men in battle brave

Lie with them in the grave?


And what becomes of culture built

On Justice’s strong hill,

When no man living knows her name

Except in twisted frame?


Great men did not their lives forsake

That children might then break

The choicest gems of freedom dear,

And yoke of bondage wear.

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