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By the edge of the Atlantic where the waves of Freedom roar	A
And the breezes of the ocean chant a requiem to the shore	A
On the Nation's eastern hill tops where its corner stone was laid	B
On the mountains of New England where our fathers toiled and prayed	B
Mid old Key stone's rugged riches which the miner's hand await	C
Mid the never ceasing commerce of the busy Empire State	C
With the country's love and honor on each brave devoted head	D
Is a band of noble heroes is our Army of the Dead	D
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On the lake encircled homestead of the thriving Wolverine	E
On the beauteous Western prairies with their carpeting of green	E
By the sweeping Mississippi long our country's pride and boast	F
On the rugged Rocky Mountains and the weird Pacific coast	F
In the listless sunny Southland with its blossoms and its vines	G
On the bracing Northern hill tops and amid their murmuring pines	G
Over all our happy country over all our Nation spread	D
Is a band of noble heroes is our Army of the Dead	D
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Not with musket and with saber and with glad heart beating fast	H
Not with cannon that had thundered till the bloody war was past	H
Not with voices that are shouting with the vim of victory's note	I
Not with armor gayly glistening and with flags that proudly float	I
Not with air of martial vigor nor with steady soldier tramp	J
Come they grandly marching to us for the boys are all in camp	J
With forgetfulness upon it each within his earthy bed	D
Waiting for his marching orders is our Army of the Dead	D
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Fast asleep the boys are lying in their low and narrow tents	K
And no battle cry can wake them and no orders call them hence	L
And the yearnings of the mother and the anguish of the wife	M
Can not with their magic presence call the soldier back to life	M
And the brother's manly sorrow and the father's mournful pride	N
Can not give back to his country him who for his country died	N
They who for the trembling Nation in its hour of trial bled	D
Lie in these its years of triumph with our Army of the Dead	D
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When the years of Earth are over and the cares of Earth are done	O
When the reign of Time is ended and Eternity begun	O
When the thunders of Omniscience on our wakened senses roll	P
And the sky above shall wither and be gathered like a scroll	P
When among the lofty mountains and across the mighty sea	Q
The sublime celestial bugler shall ring out the reveille	P
Then shall march with brightest laurels and with proud victorious tread	D
To their station up in heaven our Grand Army of the Dead	D

Will Carleton

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