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Our bugles sang truce, for the night-cloud had lower'd,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd,
The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die.

— Thomas Campbell

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'Tis distance lends enchantment to the view,
And robes the mountain in its azure hue.

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To live in hearts we leave behind
Is not to die.

A stoic of the woods—a man without a tear.

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Who hath not owned, with rapture-smitten frame,
The power of grace, the magic of a name?

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Oh, how hard it is to find
The one just suited to our mind!

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