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Show BEFORE SEDAN (By Austin Dodson.) ' The dead hand clasped a letter." Here in this leafy place, quiet he lies, Cold, with his sightless face turned to the skies; 'Tis but another dead, all you say is said. Carry his body hence kings must have slaves; Kings climb to eminence over men's graves. So this man's eye is dim; throw the earth over him. What was the white you touched, there at his tf side? Paper his hand had clutched tight ere he died; Message or wish, may 'be smooth out the folds and see. Hardly the worst of us here could have smiled Only the tremulous words of a child Prattle, that had for stops just a few ruddy drops. .Look; Bhe is sad, to miss, morning and night, His her dead father's kiss; tries to be bright. Good to mamma, and sweet That is all, Mar- I guerlte." ? Ah, if beside the dead slumbered the pain! Ah, if the hearts that bled slept with the slain! i If the grief died! But no Death will not have it so. jM |