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5i6 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow;
But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
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We thought, as we hallowed his narrow bed, And smoothed down his lonely pillow,
That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow !
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Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him;
But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
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But half of our heavy task was done
When the clock struck the hour for retiring,
And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing.
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Slowly and sadly we laid him down
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone — But we left him alone with his glory ! |
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