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 | Collected poems of Herman Melville |  |
A GRAVE NEAR PETERSBURG, VIRGINIA
Head-board and foot-board duly placed—
Grassed is the mound between;
Daniel Drouth is the slumberer's name—
Long may his grave be green!
Grassed is the mound between;
Daniel Drouth is the slumberer's name—
Long may his grave be green!
Quick was his way—a flash and a blow,
Full of his fire was he—
A fire of hell—'tis burnt out now—
Green may his grave long be!
Full of his fire was he—
A fire of hell—'tis burnt out now—
Green may his grave long be!
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May his grave be green, though he
Was a rebel of iron mould;
Many a true heart—true to the Cause,
Through the blaze of his wrath lies cold.
Was a rebel of iron mould;
Many a true heart—true to the Cause,
Through the blaze of his wrath lies cold.
May his grave be green—still green
While happy years shall run;
May none come nigh to disinter
The—Buried Gun.
While happy years shall run;
May none come nigh to disinter
The—Buried Gun.
| Collected poems of Herman Melville | |