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Show A UKAU 8ULD1KK. George Edgar Montgumery In Harper's. He bleeps at last a hero of his race. Dead : anil the night lies softly on his face While the faint summer stars, like sentinels, Hover above his lonely resting place. A soldier, yet less soldier than a man -Who gave to Jus'tti-e what a soldier can: The courage ol his arm, his patient heart, And the flrc-soul that flamed when wrong begun. NotCicsar, Alexander, Antonlne, No despot born of the old warrior line. Napoleons of the sword, whose cruel hands Caught at the throat ot love upon its shrine-But shrine-But one who worshiped In the sweeter years Those rights that men have gained with blood and tears ; Who led his armies lllte prlest'of men, And fought his nattlos with anointed spears. |