 | Poems of Thomas Bailey Aldrich |  |
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Lander
I.
Close his bleak eyes—they shall no more
Flash victory where the common roar;
And lay the battered sabre at his side,
(His to the last, for so he would have died!)
Flash victory where the common roar;
And lay the battered sabre at his side,
(His to the last, for so he would have died!)
Though he no more may pluck from out its sheath
The sinewy lightning that dealt traitors death.
Lead the worn war-horse by the pluméd bier—
Even his horse, now he is dead, is dear!
The sinewy lightning that dealt traitors death.
Lead the worn war-horse by the pluméd bier—
Even his horse, now he is dead, is dear!
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