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The Dying Ranger.
Saying, ' Go, my darling brother, Drive those traitors from our shore, My heart may need your presence, But our country needs you more.'
" It is true I love my country, For her I gave my all. If it hadn't been for my sister, I would be content to fall. I am dying, comrades, dying, She will never see me more, But in vain she'll wait my coming By our little cabin door.
" Comrades, gather closer And listen to my dying prayer. Who will be to her as a brother, And shield her with a brother's care 35i Up spake the noble rangers, They answered one and all,
" We will be to her as brothers Till the last one does fall."
One glad smile of pleasure O'er the ranger's face was spreadj; One dark, convulsive shadow, And the ranger boy was dead. Far from his darling sister We laid him down to rest With his saddle for a pillow And his gun across his breast. 216