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More poems by Thomas William Parsons

• Dirge

  Room for a soldier! lay him in the clover;
  He loved the fields, and they shall be his cover;
  Make his mound with hers who called him once her lover: …

• Andrew

  Ermine or blazonry, he knew them not,
  Nor cloth of gold, for Duty was his Queen;
  But this he knew,—a soul without a spot, …

• Her Epitaph

  The handful here, that once was Mary’s earth,
  Held, while it breathed, so beautiful a soul,
  That, when she died, all recognized her birth, …

• Into the Noiseless Country

  Into the noiseless country Annie went,
  Among the silent people where no sound
  Of wheel or voice or implement—no roar …

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