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SONGS FOR MUSIC.
But let the angry sun
From heaven look fiercely red,
Unfelt by those whose task is done!
There slumber England's dead.
The hurricane hath might
Along the Indian shore,
And far, by Ganges' banks at night
Is heard the tiger's roar.
But let the sound roll on!
It hath no tone of dread,
For those that from their toils are gone—
—There slumber England's dead!
Loud rush the torrent floods
The western wilds among,
And free, in green Columbia's woods,
The hunter's bow is strong.
