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Rh "Then, gathered grandly to his grave, To rest among the true and brave, In holy ground, where yew-trees wave;

"Where, from church-windows carven fair, Float out upon the evening air The note of praise, the voice of prayer;

"Where no vain marble mockery Insults with loud and boastful lie The simple soldier's memory;

"Where sometimes little children go, And read, in whispered accent slow, The name of him who sleeps below."

Her voice died out; like one in dreams she sat. "Alas!" she sighed, "for what can woman do? Her life is aimless, and her death unknown;