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 POEMS. 83

��X. FORGOTTEN.

'"THERE is a word Which bears a sword

Can pierce an armed man. It hurls its barbed syllables,

At once is mute again. But where it fell The saved will tell

On patriotic day, Some epauletted brother

Gave his breath away.

Wherever runs the breathless sun, Wherever roams the day,

There is its noiseless onset, There is its victory !

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