Afar they fell. It was the zone
Of fig and orange, cane and lime
( A land how all unlike their own,
With the cold pine-grove overgrown ),
But still their Country's clime.
And there in youth they died for her —
The Volunteers,
For her went up their dying prayers:
So vast the Nation, yet so strong the tie.
What doubt shall come, then, to deter
The Republic's earnest faith and courage high.