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A MOMENT since he stood unmoved alone	A
Courage and thought on his resolv emacr d brow	B
But hope is quivering in the broken tone	A
Whose bitter anguish seems to shake him now	B
Her light foot woke no echo as it came	C
The rustling robe her sudden swiftness told	D
She pleads for one who dies a death of shame	C
She pleads for agony and love are bold	D
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'Oh hear me thou who in the sunshine's glare	E
So calmly waitest till the warning bell	F
Shall of the closing hour of his despair	E
In gloomy notes of muffled triumph tell	F
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Let him not die Avenging Heaven is just	G
Thine a like fate in after years may be	H
Thy forfeit head may gasping bite the dust	G
While those thou lovest plead in vain for thee	H
Thou smilest sternly thou could'st well brave death	I
Hast braved it often on the tented field	J
So fought my hero on th' ensanguined heath	K
With desperate strength that knew not how to yield	J
But oh the death whose punctual hour is set	L
And waited for mid lingering thoughts of pain	M
Where no excitement bids the heart forget	L
And skill and courage are alike in vain	M
Who shall find strength for that Oh man to whom	N
Fate chance or what thou wilt hath given this hour	O
Upon whose will depends his dreaded doom	N
Doth it not awe thee thinking of thy power	O
In the wide battle's hot and furious rage	P
Where the mix'd banners flutter to and fro	Q
Where all alike the desperate combat wage	P
One of a thousand swords may pierce him through	R
But now his life is in thy single hand	S
To thee the strange and startling power is given	T
And thou shalt answer for this day's command	S
When ye stand face to face in God's own Heaven	T
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Bear with me pardon me this sudden start	U
My words are bitter for my heart is sore	V
And oh dark soldier of the iron heart	U
Fain would I learn the speech should touch thee more	V
He hath a mother age hath dimm'd her sight	W
But when his quick returning step comes nigh	X
She smiles as though she saw a sudden light	W
And turns to bless him with a stifled sigh	X
When to her arms a lonely wretch I go	Q
And she doth ask for him the true and the brave	Y
While on her cheek faint smiles of welcome glow	Q
How shall I answer 'he is in the grave '	-
He hath a little son a mirthful boy	Z
Whose coral lips with ready smiles are curl'd	A2
Wilt thou quench all the spring time of his joy	Z
And leave him orphan in a friendless world	A2
Hast thou no children Do no visions come	B2
When the low night wind through the poplar grieves	C2
Echoes of farewell voices sounds of home	D2
For which thy busy day no leisure leaves	C2
Some one doth love thee some one thou dost love	E2
For such the blessed lot of all on earth	F2
Some one to whom thy thoughts oft fondly rove	G2
The sharer of thy sorrows and thy mirth	F2
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Who with dim weeping eyes and thoughts that burn	H2
Sees thy proud form lead forth th' embattled host	I2
To whom 'a victory' speaks of thy return	H2
And 'a defeat' means only thou are lost	J2
If such there be and on thy helm worn brow	B
Sternness not cruelty doth seem to reign	M
Think it is she who kneels before thee now	B
Her heart which bursts with agony of pain	M
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'Hark 'T is the warning stroke his hour is come	B2
I hear the bell slow clanging on the air	E
I hear the beating of the muffled drum	B2
Thou hast a moment yet to save and spare	E
Oh when returning to thy native land	S
Greeted with grateful tears and loud acclaim	C
While gazing on thy homeward march they stand	S
And smiling children shout thy welcome name	C
How wilt thou bear the joyous village chimes	K2
Whose ringing peals remind thee of to day	L2
Will not my image haunt thee at those times	K2
And my hoarse desperate voice seem yet to pray	L2
When thy long term of bloody toil is past	M2
And the hush'd trumpet calls no more to arms	N2
Will not his death thy tranquil brow o'ercast	M2
And rob that peaceful hour of half its charms	N2
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When thy child's mother bends thy lip to press	O2
And her true hand lies clasp'd within thine own	A
Will her low voice have perfect power to bless	O2
Remembering me the widow'd and the lone	A
When they embrace thee when they welcome thee	H
By all my hopes of Heaven thy brow relents	O2
Oh sign the paper let his life go free	H
Give it me quick '	-
'What ho Raise her the woman faints '	-

Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

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