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MAY 1862.
The Spring has come, the April goes, and nearer draws the May,
The village children violets bring from valleys far away.
I sit alone and think of one, whom I no more may see;
Last May those hands so icy now, were filled with flowers for me.
The village children violets bring from valleys far away.
I sit alone and think of one, whom I no more may see;
Last May those hands so icy now, were filled with flowers for me.
Take back thy violets Spring! and all the flowers that blow!
Upon our country's battle fields, let Bloodroots only grow;
Or “Painted Cups” with crimson stains, and let the Maple tree,
Shed ruddy drops upon the graves where sleep the brave and free.
Upon our country's battle fields, let Bloodroots only grow;
Or “Painted Cups” with crimson stains, and let the Maple tree,
Shed ruddy drops upon the graves where sleep the brave and free.
Where sleep the brave and free? No stone is at the head,
I know not where he lies, my young, my noble dead!
I must not weep, I must not grieve, bravely he fought and fell;
And other mother's sons were there—he sleeps with them as well.
I know not where he lies, my young, my noble dead!
I must not weep, I must not grieve, bravely he fought and fell;
And other mother's sons were there—he sleeps with them as well.
They say: “So gloriously he died, his name will written be,
With the martyrs, with the heroes, who have died for liberty.”
Woe unto me! I am not strong he was the dearest one,
What is glory to the mother, when it takes her only son?
With the martyrs, with the heroes, who have died for liberty.”
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What is glory to the mother, when it takes her only son?
O blow sweet wind of May! blow soft above that unknown grave,
And gently fall ye cooling rains! where prairie grasses wave,
Where the prairie flowers may bloom and the birds flit to and fro;
Where winds may come, and stars may pass, but I may never go.
And gently fall ye cooling rains! where prairie grasses wave,
Where the prairie flowers may bloom and the birds flit to and fro;
Where winds may come, and stars may pass, but I may never go.
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