 | Weeping-Cross and Other Rimes by A. H. Bullen |  |
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TO CAPTAIN L--- F---.
Your friend is kill'd, and you're heart-broken:
Alas! what's here to say?
No word that e'er was writ or spoken
Can 'suage your grief to-day.
Alas! what's here to say?
No word that e'er was writ or spoken
Can 'suage your grief to-day.
So young he was, so frank, clean-living,
A very maiden-knight;
He seem'd a gift of God's own giving:
And now you're plunged in night.
A very maiden-knight;
He seem'd a gift of God's own giving:
And now you're plunged in night.
“Him to have saved I'd gladly perish!”
Vain cry; 'twas will'd that he
Should pass, and you be left to cherish
A stainless memory.
Vain cry; 'twas will'd that he
Should pass, and you be left to cherish
A stainless memory.
But your undying souls were plighted,
And surely—late or soon—
Somewhere they will be reunited
In lands beyond the moon.
And surely—late or soon—
Somewhere they will be reunited
In lands beyond the moon.
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