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Rh And in the Spring's benignant reign,
 * The sweet May woke her harp of pines;

Teaching her choir a thrilling strain Of jubilee to land and main,
 * She danced in emerald down the lines.
 * Denying largesse bright to none,
 * She saw no difference in the signs
 * That told who slept at Arlington.

She gave her grasses and her showers
 * To all alike who dreamed in dust;

Her song-birds wove their dainty bowers Amid the jasmine buds and flowers,
 * And piped with an impartial trust;
 * Waifs of the air and liberal sun,
 * Their guileless glees were kind and just
 * To friend and foe at Arlington.

And 'mid the generous spring there came
 * Some women of the land, who strove

To make this funeral-field of fame Glad as the May-God's altar-flame,
 * With rosy wreaths of mutual love
 * Unmindful who had lost or won,

They scorned the jargon of a name-
 * No North, no South, at Arlington.

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