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Always suddenly they are gone	A
The friends we trusted and held secure	B
Suddenly we are gazing on	C
Not a smiling face but the marble pure	B
Dead mask of a face that nevermore	D
To a smile of ours will make reply	E
The lips close locked as the eyelids are	F
Gone swift as the flash of the molten ore	D
A meteor pours through a midnight sky	E
Leaving it blind of a single star	F
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Tell us O Death Remorseless Might	G
What is this old unescapable ire	H
You wreak on us from the birth of light	G
Till the world be charred to a core of fire	I
We do no evil thing to you	J
We seek to evade you that is all	K
That is your will you will not be known	L
Of men What then would you have us do	J
Cringe and wait till your vengeance fall	K
And your graves be fed and the trumpet blown	L
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You desire no friends but we O we	M
Need them so as we falter here	N
Fumbling through each new vacancy	M
As each is stricken that we hold dear	O
One you struck but a year ago	P
And one not a month ago and one	Q
God's vast pity and one lies now	R
Where the widow wails in her nameless woe	P
And the soldiers pace with the sword and gun	Q
Where the comrade sleeps with the laureled brow	R
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And what did the first that wayward soul	S
Clothed of sorrow yet nude of sin	T
And with all hearts bowed in the strange control	S
Of the heavenly voice of his violin	T
Why it was music the way he stood	U
So grand was the poise of the head and so	P
Full was the figure of majesty	M
One heard with the eyes as a deaf man would	U
And with all sense brimmed to the overflow	P
With tears of anguish and ecstasy	M
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And what did the girl with the great warm light	G
Of genius sunning her eyes of blue	J
With her heart so pure and her soul so white	G
What O Death did she do to you	J
Through field and wood as a child she strayed	V
As Nature the dear sweet mother led	W
While from her canvas mirrored back	X
Glimmered the stream through the everglade	W
Where the grapevine trailed from the trees to wed	W
Its likeness of emerald blue and black	X
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And what did he who the last of these	Y
Faced you with never a fear O Death	Z
Did you hate him that he loved the breeze	Y
And the morning dews and the rose's breath	Z
Did you hate him that he answered not	W
Your hate again but turned instead	W
His only hate on his country's wrongs	A2
Well you possess him dead but what	W
Of the good he wrought With laureled head	W
He bides with us in his deeds and songs	A2
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Laureled first that he bravely fought	W
And forged a way to our flag's release	B2
Laureled next for the harp he taught	W
To wake glad songs in the days of peace	B2
Songs of the woodland haunts he held	W
As close in his love as they held their bloom	C2
In their inmost bosoms of leaf and vine	D2
Songs that echoed and pulsed and welled	W
Through the town's pent streets and the sick child's room	C2
Pure as a shower in soft sunshine	D2
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Claim them Death yet their fame endures	E2
What friend next will you rend from us	F2
In that cold pitiless way of yours	E2
And leave us a grief more dolorous	E2
Speak to us tell us O Dreadful Power	I
Are we to have not a lone friend left	W
Since frozen sodden or green the sod	W
In every second of every hour	I
Some one Death you have left thus bereft	W
Half inaudibly shrieks to God	W

James Whitcomb Riley

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