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No North, no South! O stern-faced Chief, One weeping ours, one cowléd Grief— Thy Country—bowed in prayer and tear— For North and South—above thy bier!

For North and South! Soldier grim, The broken ones to weep for him Who broke them! He whose terrors blazed In smoking harvests, cities razed; Whose Fate-like glance sent fear and chill; Whose wordless lips spake deathless will— Till all was shattered, all was lost—