"Thy fame is ancient as the days, As Ocean large and wide: A pride that dares, and heeds not praise, A stern and silent pride. Not that false joy that dreams content With what our sires (forefathers) have won; The blood a hero sire hath spent Still nerves a hero son."

In a response of two to three sentences, explain how the patterns within these lines give evidence of the poem's dual purpose as song lyrics for a march