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grief for me, or vain regret;
 * Remember what was good,
 * The things for which I stood;

The rest—forget!

Remember, though the way was long
 * And cumbersome the load,
 * I tried to take the road

With jest and song.

And though my days were sometimes spent
 * In loneliness apart,
 * I bore a soldier's heart,

Fearless, content.

Remember all that made me glad,
 * The flowers that used to bloom
 * Within the little room,

The joys I had.