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Rh We who,—appalled, bowed, crusht,—

Within the holy moonlight of his death

Waited the parting breath;

Ah, not in song

Might we our grief prolong.

Silence alone, O golden spirit fled!

Silence alone could mourn that silence dread.

ON THE DEATH OF A GREAT MAN

PHILLIPS BROOKS

A HERO OF PEACE

IN MEMORY OF ROBERT ROSS: SHOT MARCH 6, 1894

bugle on the blast

Calls warriors face to face;

Grim battle being forever past,

Gone is the hero-race."

Ah, no! there is no peace!

If liberty shall live,

Never may freemen dare to cease

Their love, their life to give.