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In the Burial-Ground at Lady-smith
There's a little cypress grove outside the town,
There's a little shady slope by Wagon Hill,
Where the earth is all new-thrown
And the air is very still.
There's a little shady slope by Wagon Hill,
Where the earth is all new-thrown
And the air is very still.
But the flag of Britain like a beacon waves
Thro' the cypress shade and o'er the fresh-dug ground,
And above six hundred graves
I can hear a solemn sound.
Thro' the cypress shade and o'er the fresh-dug ground,
And above six hundred graves
I can hear a solemn sound.
Sound, it seems, of a rejoicing multitude,
Who, after sorrow, see an end of pain;
“We have given,” they cry, “our blood,
Let our gifts be not in vain!”
Who, after sorrow, see an end of pain;
“We have given,” they cry, “our blood,
Let our gifts be not in vain!”
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