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There were tears that fell from manly eyes, There was woman's gentler weeping, And the wailing of age and infant cries, O'er the grave where he lies sleeping.

He had left his home in his spirit's pride, With his father's sword and blessing; He stood with the valiant side by side, His country's wrongs redressing.

He came again, in the light of his fame, When the red campaign was over: One heart that in secret had kept his name, Was claimed by the soldier lover.