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Show THE NATION'S DEAD. Beside the army of her dead Once more the nation stands. With banners waving at her back, And blossoms in her hands. With eqvial love and grief and prid Impartially, today Bhe drops her roses and her tears Upon the Blue and Gray. Forgotten are the years of strife. The cause they lost and won. Each sleeper In the silent tents Is her beloved son, The uniforms are ashes now. The swords and guns are rust, But Memory's eternal green Irf rooted In their dust. Minna Irving, In Leslie' |