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Not a drum was heard, not a funeral note,
As his corse to the rampart we hurried.
Yet there was round thee such a dawn
Of light, ne’er seen before,
As fancy never could have drawn,
And never can restore.
If I had thought thou couldst have died,
I might not weep for thee;
But I forgot, when by thy side,
That thou couldst mortal be.
No useless coffin enclosed his breast,
Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him;
But he lay like a warrior taking his rest
With his martial cloak around him.
Slowly and sadly we laid him down,
From the field of his fame fresh and gory;
We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone,
But we left him alone with his glory.
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