War Lyrics dedicated to the friends of the dead. By A. and L. Shore. Second edition, with additions |
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TO THE CZAR. |
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TO THE CZAR.
We look round for thee, and thou art not there!—With thy last breath, oh thou great Enemy!
We miss a dreadful glory from the sky,
And, in a half remorse, stand lingering where
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Baffled and silent, into vacancy;
Then—as one lays a thrilling story by—
Turn back regretful to the common air.
The grand poetic wrath has left the strife—
The glorious hate, which fed our hearts with fire,
Like a first love has vanished from our life,
To send the soul out for a new desire—
No more the passionate triumph of an hour,
But the grave victory of world-redeeming power.
L. March 5, 1855.
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