V.
The felon foe, no more Trampling the sacred shore, Shall leave defiling footprint on the sod; Where, desperate in the strife, Reckless of wounds and life, Ye brave your myriad foes beneath the eye of God!
The felon foe, no more Trampling the sacred shore, Shall leave defiling footprint on the sod; Where, desperate in the strife, Reckless of wounds and life, Ye brave your myriad foes beneath the eye of God!