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More Songs by the Fighting Men Red clouds, and the low sun agleam

In cottage windows dim with age,

The summer sounds of wood and stream,

These were his faith, his heritage;

His life—a happy pilgrimage,

And death the dawning of a dream.

And on that day he went to die

His spirit soared on rainbow wings,

Gladly he went, with head held high,

And singing as a lover sings

To greet the dusky night, that brings

His hour of happiness more nigh.

Ah, surely when his life was sped

That spirit hastened to your side.

Would you but raise your weeping head

You'd hear him whisper in the tide,

Or on the winds of heaven ride

For ever with the mighty dead.

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