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96 Such fate to suffering worth is given,

Who long with wants and woes has striven,

By human pride or cunning driven

To misery's brink,

Till wrenched of every stay but Heaven,

He, ruined, sink!

Even thou who mourn'st the Daisy's fate,

That fate is thine—no distant date;

Stern Ruin's plowshare drives, elate,

Full on thy bloom,

Till crashed beneath the furrow's weight

Shall be thy doom.

.

Barbara Frietchie.

from the meadows rich with corn,

Clear in the cool September morn,

The clustered spires of Frederick stand

Green-walled by the hills of Maryland.

Round about them orchards sweep,

Apple and peach tree fruited deep,

Fair as the garden of the Lord

To the eyes of the famished rebel horde,

On that pleasant morn of the early fall

When Lee marched over the mountain-wall,