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Rh 'Nothing regrets to see thee go—

Not one voice sobs 'farewell';

And where thy heart has suffered so,

Canst thou desire to dwell?'

'Alas! the countless links are strong

That bind us to our clay;

The loving spirit lingers long,

And would not pass away!

'And rest is sweet, when laurelled fame

Will crown the soldier's crest;

But a brave heart, with a tarnished name,

Would rather fight than rest.'

'Well, thou hast fought for many a year,

Hast fought thy whole life through,

Hast humbled Falsehood, trampled Fear;

What is there left to do?'

' ' Tis true, this arm has hotly striven,

Has dared what few would dare;

Much have I done, and freely given,

But little learnt to bear!'

'Look on the grave where thou must sleep,

Thy last, and strongest foe;

It is endurance not to weep,

If that repose seem woe.