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Sir Launcelot rode overthwart and endlong in a wide forest and held no	A
path but as wild adventure led him And he returned and came again to his	B
horse and took off his saddle and his bridle and let him pasture and	C
unlaced his helm and ungirdled his sword and laid him down to sleep upon	D
his shield before the cross Age of Chivalary	E
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Grant	F
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What shall we say of the soldier Grant	F
His sword put by and his great soul free	E
How shall we cheer him now or chant	F
His requiem befittingly	G
The fields of his conquest now are seen	H
Ranged no more with his armed men	I
But the rank and file of the gold and green	H
Of the waving grain is there again	I
	-
Though his valiant life is a nation's pride	J
And his death heroic and half divine	K
And our grief as great as the world is wide	J
There breaks in speech but a single line	K
We loved him living revere him dead	L
A silence then on our lips is laid	M
We can say no thing that has not been said	L
Nor pray one prayer that has not been prayed	M
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But a spirit within us speaks and lo	G
We lean and listen to wondrous words	N
That have a sound as of winds that blow	G
And the voice of waters and low of herds	N
And we hear as the song flows on serene	H
The neigh of horses and then the beat	O
Of hooves that skurry o'er pastures green	H
And the patter and pad of a boy's bare feet	O
	-
A brave lad wearing a manly brow	E
Knit as with problems of grave dispute	P
And a face like the bloom of the orchard bough	E
Pink and pallid but resolute	P
And flushed it grows as the clover bloom	Q
And fresh it gleams as the morning dew	R
As he reins his steed where the quick quails boom	Q
Up from the grasses he races through	R
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And ho As he rides what dreams are his	B
And what have the breezes to suggest	S
Do they whisper to him of shells that whiz	B
O'er fields made ruddy with wrongs redressed	S
Does the hawk above him an Eagle float	S
Does he thrill and his boyish heart beat high	T
Hearing the ribbon about his throat	S
Flap as a Flag as the winds go by	T
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And does he dream of the Warrior's fame	U
This Western boy in his rustic dress	V
For in miniature this is the man that came	U
Riding out of the Wilderness	W
The selfsame figure the knitted brow	E
The eyes full steady the lips full mute	S
And the face like the bloom of the orchard bough	E
Pink and pallid but resolute	S
	-
Ay this is the man with features grim	X
And stoical as the Sphinx's own	Y
That heard the harsh guns calling him	X
As musical as the bugle blown	Y
When the sweet spring heavens were clouded o'er	E
With a tempest glowering and wild	S
And our country's flag bowed down before	E
Its bursting wrath as a stricken child	S
	-
Thus ready mounted and booted and spurred	S
He loosed his bridle and dashed away	Z
Like a roll of drums were his hoof beats heard	S
Like the shriek of the fife his charger's neigh	T
And over his shoulder and backward blown	Y
We heard his voice and we saw the sod	S
Reel as our wild steeds chased his own	Y
As though hurled on by the hand of God	S
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And still in fancy we see him ride	S
In the blood red front of a hundred frays	W
His face set stolid but glorified	S
As a knight's of the old Arthurian days	W
And victor ever as courtly too	S
Gently lifting the vanquished foe	T
And staying him with a hand as true	S
As dealt the deadly avenging blow	T
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So brighter than all of the cluster of stars	W
Of the flag enshrouding his form to day	Z
His face shines forth from the grime of wars	W
With a glory that shall not pass away	Z
He rests at last he has borne his part	S
Of salutes and salvos and cheers on cheers	W
But O the sobs of his country's heart	S
And the driving rain of a nations tears	W

James Whitcomb Riley

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