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MAY	A
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Dying for victory cheer on cheer	B
Thundered on his eager ear	C
CHARLES L HOLSTEIN	D
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I	-
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Deep tender firm and true the Nation's heart	E
Throbs for her gallant heroes passed away	A
Who in grim Battle's drama played their part	E
And slumber here to day	A
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Warm hearts that beat their lives out at the shrine	F
Of Freedom while our country held its breath	G
As brave battalions wheeled themselves in line	F
And marched upon their death	G
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When Freedom's Flag its natal wounds scarce healed	H
Was torn from peaceful winds and flung again	I
To shudder in the storm of battle field	H
The elements of men	I
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When every star that glittered was a mark	J
For Treason's ball and every rippling bar	K
Of red and white was sullied with the dark	J
And purple stain of war	L
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When angry guns like famished beasts of prey	A
Were howling o'er their gory feast of lives	M
And sending dismal echoes far away	A
To mothers maids and wives	N
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The mother kneeling in the empty night	O
With pleading hands uplifted for the son	P
Who even as she prayed had fought the fight	O
The victory had won	P
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The wife with trembling hand that wrote to say	A
The babe was waiting for the sire's caress	Q
The letter meeting that upon the way	A
The babe was fatherless	R
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The maiden with her lips in fancy pressed	S
Against the brow once dewy with her breath	G
Now lying numb unknown and uncaressed	S
Save by the dews of death	G
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II	-
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What meed of tribute can the poet pay	A
The Soldier but to trail the ivy vine	F
Of idle rhyme above his grave to day	A
In epitaph design	F
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Or wreathe with laurel words the icy brows	T
That ache no longer with a dream of fame	U
But pillowed lowly in the narrow house	V
Renowned beyond the name	U
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The dewy tear drops of the night may fall	W
And tender morning with her shining hand	S
May brush them from the grasses green and tall	W
That undulate the land	S
	-
Yet song of Peace nor din of toil and thrift	S
Nor chanted honors with the flowers we heap	X
Can yield us hope the Hero's head to lift	S
Out of its dreamless sleep	X
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The dear old Flag whose faintest flutter flies	Y
A stirring echo through each patriot breast	S
Can never coax to life the folded eyes	Y
That saw its wrongs redressed	S
	-
That watched it waver when the fight was hot	S
And blazed with newer courage to its aid	S
Regardless of the shower of shell and shot	S
Through which the charge was made	S
	-
And when at last they saw it plume its wings	Z
Like some proud bird in stormy element	S
And soar untrammeled on its wanderings	Z
They closed in death content	S
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III	-
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O Mother you who miss the smiling face	A2
Of that dear boy who vanished from your sight	S
And left you weeping o'er the vacant place	A2
He used to fill at night	S
	-
Who left you dazed bewildered on a day	S
That echoed wild huzzas and roar of guns	B2
That drowned the farewell words you tried to say	S
To incoherent ones	B2
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Be glad and proud you had the life to give	C2
Be comforted through all the years to come	D2
Your country has a longer life to live	E2
Your son a better home	F2
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O Widow weeping o'er the orphaned child	S
Who only lifts his questioning eyes to send	S
A keener pang to grief unreconciled	S
Teach him to comprehend	S
	-
He had a father brave enough to stand	S
Before the fire of Treason's blazing gun	P
That dying he might will the rich old land	S
Of Freedom to his son	P
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And Maiden living on through lonely years	G2
In fealty to love's enduring ties	Y
With strong faith gleaming through the tender tears	H2
That gather in your eyes	Y
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Look up and own in gratefulness of prayer	I2
Submission to the will of Heaven's High Host	S
I see your Angel soldier pacing there	I2
Expectant at his post	S
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I see the rank and file of armies vast	S
That muster under one supreme control	J2
I hear the trumpet sound the signal blast	S
The calling of the roll	J2
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The grand divisions falling into line	F
And forming under voice of One alone	K2
Who gives command and joins with tongue divine	F
The hymn that shakes the Throne	K2
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IV	E2
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And thus in tribute to the forms that rest	S
In their last camping ground we strew the bloom	L2
And fragrance of the flowers they loved the best	S
In silence o'er the tomb	L2
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With reverent hands we twine the Hero's wreath	M2
And clasp it tenderly on stake or stone	K2
That stands the sentinel for each beneath	M2
Whose glory is our own	K2
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While in the violet that greets the sun	P
We see the azure eye of some lost boy	N2
And in the rose the ruddy cheek of one	P
We kissed in childish joy	N2
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Recalling haply when he marched away	S
He laughed his loudest though his eyes were wet	S
The kiss he gave his mother's brow that day	S
Is there and burning yet	S
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And through the storm of grief around her tossed	S
One ray of saddest comfort she may see	O2
Four hundred thousand sons like hers were lost	S
To weeping Liberty	O2
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But draw aside the drapery of gloom	L2
And let the sunshine chase the clouds away	S
And gild with brighter glory every tomb	L2
We decorate to day	S
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And in the holy silence reigning round	S
While prayers of perfume bless the atmosphere	B
Where loyal souls of love and faith are found	S
Thank God that Peace is here	C
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And let each angry impulse that may start	S
Be smothered out of every loyal breast	S
And rocked within the cradle of the heart	S
Let every sorrow rest	S

James Whitcomb Riley

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