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Show The Coward. fl The nlcht heforo the hnttlo mt H Ho sung tho splendor nt tho fray, mt Till nil our legions, hard beset. aa Took heart against anothor day, H Ho sang tho thunder-swift attack, IX Tho shock of shields, the onrthrow; The shout thnt roared the chorus back Startled the camp-llrcs of the foe. H The harps' hour passed. Dawn htarfl Mjj The high heroic bugles' cry: H But ero n bladu had crossed his own H The singer turned his horso to lly. W They slew him ns be tied tho field; H I!ut all day long the foe In vain H Shattered against our epenrsmen steeled With memory of his noble strain. Bfl So hair fell foul Into tho snaro, MB And half sped splendid to tho goal S What earthly trlbimo can declare H Tho doom of this divided soul? n Frank Little Pollock In tho Atlantic, H |