Uw krygsvolk draagt sich, in uw heirkrachts daagen,
Dienstwilnlyk. Uw jeugd, in heilg cieraad,
Schaft u meer volks, dan 't druppels daauwt, na 't draagen,
Des baarmoêrs van den vruchtbren daageraad.
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