64. the young patriot.
one more absent,The battle done
One more left us,
Victory won.
One more buried
Beneath the sod
One more standing
Before his God.
Lay him low, lay him low,
Ere the morning break;
Sorrow not, sorrow not,
He minds not heart-ache.
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He is one, he is one
Of that noble band
Who have fought, who have died,
For their fatherland.
He needs no tears;
An angel now,
A saintly crown
Upon his brow.
We should not weep
That he is gone;
With us 'tis night,
With him 'tis morn.