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THE DYING SOLDIER'S MESSAGE.
Weep mother, weep, it must be so,
A tear when parting must be shed,
The falling tribute is due the dead,
Which leaves the world in gloom below.
Go flitting bird that splits the sky,
Where sits my mother sighing,
And should she rise and ask you why,
O, tell her I am dying.
A tear when parting must be shed,
The falling tribute is due the dead,
Which leaves the world in gloom below.
Go flitting bird that splits the sky,
Where sits my mother sighing,
And should she rise and ask you why,
O, tell her I am dying.
Weep, Father, I shall soon be gone;
I travel to return no more,
But sorrow cannot life restore,
I leave the whole to God alone.
Go, gentle zephyrs, bear the tale,
While sweet the dove is sighing,
Tell mother never long bewail,
However, I am dying.
I travel to return no more,
But sorrow cannot life restore,
I leave the whole to God alone.
Go, gentle zephyrs, bear the tale,
While sweet the dove is sighing,
Tell mother never long bewail,
However, I am dying.
Weep, brother, for fraternal love,
Death is about to close the scene—
Short is the space that lies between
My soul and better worlds above.
Let thunder storms my fate betray,
Ye sable vapors flying,
Sound that my life has past away,
Tell mother I am dying.
Death is about to close the scene—
Short is the space that lies between
My soul and better worlds above.
Let thunder storms my fate betray,
Ye sable vapors flying,
Sound that my life has past away,
Tell mother I am dying.
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Weep, sister, love was born to grieve
For one thus passing out of time;
From this to other worlds sublime,
I shut my eyes and take my leave.
The favorite bird will soon have fled;
The fate there's no denying,
I soon shall lodge among the dead,
For I am surely dying.
For one thus passing out of time;
From this to other worlds sublime,
I shut my eyes and take my leave.
The favorite bird will soon have fled;
The fate there's no denying,
I soon shall lodge among the dead,
For I am surely dying.
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