Dirge. (Brisbane.) "A Little Soldier Of The Army Of The Night."
Bury him without a word! No appeal to death; Only the call of the bird And the blind spring's breath. Nature slays ten, yet the one Reaches but to a part Of what's to be done, to be sung. Keep we a proud heart! Let us not glose her waste With lies and dreams; Fawn on her wanton haste, Say it but seems. Comrades, with faces unstirred, Scorning grief's dole, Though with him, with him lies interred Our heart and soul, Bury him without a word! No appeal to death; Only the call of the bird And the blind spring's breath.
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