?L?TIR� ?ON?. 1?5 We ttmught as we ?eap'd the narrow bed, ? sm?th'd down his lonely pillow, That the f? and the ?ranger would tread o'er head And we f? away on the b?!low. L?htly ?h?'11 talk o? the ?t that's And o'er h? cold ashe? upbraid him, But nothing h?!l reck if they let him sleep In the grave where a B?ton h? I?d h?m. But h? our heavy t?k w? done, When the clock told the hour ?r retiring, And we he?d the distant and racom ?, That t? f? was sude?y firing. Slowly a? ?dly we laid him down,' From the field of his fame fresh ?d glo?, We ?'d not a l?e, we rais'd not a stm?, But we le? him a?ne with ? gl? y, ?LD?'? TE?. UPow ?e hill he t?'d, to ?e a l?t fo? look At ? valley, ?d the vHl?-church, and the ?tta? . by ?e brook; He !ist?n'd to the ?u? ? familiar to his e?, ?d the ?ldi?r lean'd upon h? sword, and wi?d away a te?. ?ide that cotta? porch, a ?rl w? on ?r ?, She held alo? a snot? s?, w?ch fiutter'd in the bre?; 8? bmath*d a prayer for ?m, a prayer he ?uld n? But he paused to bless her ? she knelt, ?d wip? away ? tear. He ?'d and le& the spot, 0h? do not.deem him weak, For da?tle? was the ?l&er's he?, t?ugh ?re on his cho?k?
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