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Dirge for a Soldier Close his eyes; his work is done! What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon, or set of sun, Hand of man, or kiss of woman? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he cannot know: Lay... Poet: George Henry Boker	A Soldier's Grave Break not his sweet repose— Thou whom chance brings to this sequestered ground, The sacred yard his ashes close, But go thy way in silence; here no sound Is ever heard but from the murmuring pines, Answering the sea’s near murmur; Nor ever... Poet: John Albee	A Soldier Poet Where swell the songs thou shouldst have sung By peaceful rivers yet to flow? Where bloom the smiles thy ready tongue Would call to lips that loved thee so? On what far shore of being tossed, Dost thou resume the genial stave, And strike... Poet: Rossiter Johnson	Such Is the Death the Soldier Dies such is the death the soldier dies: He falls,—the column speeds away; Upon the dabbled grass he lies, His brave heart following, still, the fray. The smoke-wraiths drift among the trees, The battle storms along the hill; The glint of... Poet: Robert Burns Wilson
A Dead Soldier He sleeps at last—a hero of his race. Dead!—and the night lies softly on his face, While the faint summer stars, like sentinels, Hover above his lonely resting-place. A soldier, yet less soldier than a man, Who gave to justice what a soldier can,—... Poet: George Edgar Montgomery	The Soldier’s Dream Our bugles sang truce,—for the night-cloud had lowered, And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw,... Poet: Thomas Campbell	Dirge for a Soldier Close his 1 eyes; his work is done! What to him is friend or foeman, Rise of moon or set of sun, Hand of man or kiss of woman? Lay him low, lay him low, In the clover or the snow! What cares he? he cannot know; Lay... Poet: George Henry Boker