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too proud by far to weep, Though earth had nought so dear As was the Soldier Youth to me   Now sleeping on that bier. It were a stain upon his fame Would do his laurel crown a shame, To shed one single tear. It was a blessed lot to die In battle, and for liberty!

He was my first, my only child, And when my race was run, I was so proud to send him forth To do as I had done.