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How Sleep The Brave

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HOW sleep the brave, who sink to rest
By all their country's wishes blest!
When Spring, with dewy fingers cold,
Returns to deck their hallow'd mould,
She there shall dress a sweeter sod
Than Fancy's feet have ever trod.

By fairy hands their knell is rung;
By forms unseen their dirge is sung;
There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey,

To bless the turf that wraps their clay;
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Cissy Collins 01 May 2005

moving.....very timely, appropriate to TODAY

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