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A SOLDIER'S GRATITUDE.
Whate'er my fate-where'er I roam-
By sorrow still oppressed;
I'll ne'er forget the peaceful home,
That gave the wanderer rest.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flowerets strewed:
Still may you claim a soldier's thanks-
A soldier's gratitude.
The tender sigh, the balmy tear,
That meek-eyed pity gare;
My last expiring hour shall cheer,
And bless the wanderer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flowerets stewed;
Still may you claim a soldier's thanks-
A soldier's gratitude.
THOU HAST LEFT ME EVER, JAMIE
Thou hast me ever, Jamie
