War Lyrics dedicated to the friends of the dead. By A. and L. Shore. Second edition, with additions |
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THE BRAVE WHO HAVE NOT BLED. |
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THE BRAVE WHO HAVE NOT BLED.
What though our hearts are busy weaving wreaths
For all the battle's dead,
Think not that we forget the sacred deaths
Of those who have not bled
For all the battle's dead,
Think not that we forget the sacred deaths
Of those who have not bled
Beside their death-beds sit our souls in tears—
We watch them to their tombs—
We count the years lost in their sepulchres
To England and their homes.
We watch them to their tombs—
We count the years lost in their sepulchres
To England and their homes.
All that they did, and all they would have done,
We fondly hear and tell—
Soldier and brave physician, one by one
We bid them all farewell!
We fondly hear and tell—
Soldier and brave physician, one by one
We bid them all farewell!
L. January 9, 1855.
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