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- The Night March -
With banners furled, and clarions mute,
An army passes in the night,
And beaming spires and helms salute,
The dark with bright.
In silence deep the legions stream,
With open ranks, in order true;
Over boundless plains they stream and gleam -
No chief in view!
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- Gold in the Mountain -
Gold in the mountain
And gold in the glen,
And greed in the heart,
Heaven having no part,
And unsatisfied men.
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