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 Rh FALLEN

OMEWHERE in France"—we know not where he lies,

'Mid shuddering earth and under anguished skies!

We may not visit him. but this we say:

Though our steps err, his shall not miss their way.

From the exhaustion of War's fierce embrace

He, nothing doubting, went to his own place.

To him has come, if not the crown and palm,

The kiss of Peace—a vast, sufficing calm!