This dawn, the legacy of nights before,
Breaks from horizons of the distant past,
In a land, far away, on stranger shore,
Now gone, but not the memories that last;
Carved in minds, bound to last for far too long,
To stand the test of both nature and time,
To bequeath to sons and tohearts a song
For every generation,age, and clime;
Find no memorials proudly hewn in stones,
Nor citadels built to hallow this place,
But where I tread, on dust or shards of bones,
Lie, brave brisk souls, the essence of my race;
Their sinews bound the fillings of this ground,
Their blood mixed with the water from below,
From there, are heard their battle cries still sound,
For all these things, deep in my heart, I know.
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