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Show H MARTIAL MUSIC. B x (Coral Thomas.) H I never heard the sound of martial note H When a small child, but soon unchecked and weak, B The blinding tears flowed sadly down my cheek, H And great sobs swelled to bursting in my throat. H I scarce had years enough then, to devote B To solving why I sorrowed. Now I seek H A reason why the whole world grows not meek H And tearful, when War's crimson banners float, k And the drums beat, as down the dusty street H The soldiers march in solemn, measured tread; H And all the air is vibrant with the cheer H Of martial music. Hark! 'neath booted feet H Sounds the dread trampling o'er the wounded dead H No cheer! but moan for moan, and tear for tear. H o |