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white-rose garland at her feet, The crown of laurel at her head, Her noble life on earth complete, Lay her in the last low bed For the slumber calm and deep: "He giveth His beloved sleep."

Soldiers find their fittest grave In the field whereon they died; So her spirit pure and brave Leaves the clay it glorified To the land for which she fought With such grand impassioned thought.