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BREVET BRIGADIER-GENERAL FRED. WINTHROP.
KILLED AT THE BATTLE OF FIVE FORKS, APRIL 1, 1865.
More hearts will break than gladden when
The bitter struggle 's past;
The giant form of Victory must
A giant's shadow cast.
The bitter struggle 's past;
The giant form of Victory must
A giant's shadow cast.
The shadow only can we see,
Through blinding mists of tears;
God sees the dazzling light that will
Illumine future years.
Through blinding mists of tears;
God sees the dazzling light that will
Illumine future years.
Bloom, flowers, with early blossoms fair,
Above his narrow bier!
Weep, dawn, your saddest tears of dew
For him who slumbers here!
Above his narrow bier!
Weep, dawn, your saddest tears of dew
For him who slumbers here!
Shine out, ye little silver stars,
Like tearful, weeping eyes!
Sing, birdlings fair, his praises now,
And bear them to the skies!
Like tearful, weeping eyes!
Sing, birdlings fair, his praises now,
And bear them to the skies!
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Weep, maidens, o'er him resting here
In his long, dreamless sleep!
Alas! the saddest of ye all
Is she who cannot weep.
In his long, dreamless sleep!
Alas! the saddest of ye all
Is she who cannot weep.
April 12th, 1865.
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