William Henry Cuyler Hosmer Poems

The Beautiful delights us less and less--
The God most warmly worshipped is Success:
The tangible and present must engross,
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Old war-steed! while combing
Thy dark flowing mane,
In thought I am roaming
Through fields of the slain;
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Oh! what secrets are revealed
In this ancient battlefield;
Round are scattered skull and bone,
Into light by workmen thrown,
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