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The rain is plashing on my sill	A
But all the winds of Heaven are still	A
And so it falls with that dull sound	B
Which thrills us in the church yard ground	B
When the first spadeful drops like lead	C
Upon the coffin of the dead	C
Beyond my streaming window pane	D
I cannot see the neighboring vane	D
Yet from its old familiar tower	E
The bell comes muffled through the shower	E
What strange and unsuspected link	F
Of feeling touched has made me think	F
While with a vacant soul and eye	G
I watch that gray and stony sky	G
Of nameless graves on battle plains	H
Washed by a single winter's rains	H
Where some beneath Virginian hills	I
And some by green Atlantic rills	I
Some by the waters of the West	J
A myriad unknown heroes rest	J
Ah not the chiefs who dying see	I
Their flags in front of victory	I
Or at their life blood's noble cost	K
Pay for a battle nobly lost	L
Claim from their monumental beds	I
The bitterest tears a nation sheds	I
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Beneath yon lonely mound the spot	M
By all save some fond few forgot	M
Lie the true martyrs of the fight	N
Which strikes for freedom and for right	N
Of them their patriot zeal and pride	O
The lofty faith that with them died	O
No grateful page shall farther tell	P
Than that so many bravely fell	P
And we can only dimly guess	I
What worlds of all this world's distress	I
What utter woe despair and dearth	Q
Their fate has brought to many a hearth	R
Just such a sky as this should weep	S
Above them always where they sleep	S
Yet haply at this very hour	E
Their graves are like a lover's bower	E
And Nature's self with eyes unwet	O
Oblivious of the crimson debt	O
To which she owes her April grace	I
Laughs gayly o'er their burial place	I

Henry Timrod

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