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DEATH OF AN INVINCIBLE SOLDIER Yet to its fruitful earth

His quickening ashes lend,

That chieftains may have birth,

And patriots without end.

His carven scroll shall read:

Here rests the valiant heart

Whose duty was his creed,—

Whose lot, the warrior's part.

Who, when the fight was done,

The grim last foe defied,

Naught knew save victory won,

Surrendered not—but died.

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