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Mingle my dust with the burning brand, Scatter it free to the sky Fling it wide on the ocean's sand, From peaks where the vultures fly.

Let it drift with the drifting tide, And flit o'er the artic floe, Let it spin and ride where the snow-storms hide And the wild ice-field winds blow.

Let it mingle with desert sand, And the waves of a tropic sea, When the roaring surge sweeps o'er the strand And the ocean winds shout free.