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Show WAHH10X O. HARDING Let the mulTlcd drums boat the last roll. While, the nallid priests repeat for his soul '"" Ail the prayers they ever knew, For the spirit brnvo and true That hns crossed the pathless blue to Us goal. Let the sad nation mourn, as she roust. While she mingles tears and bowers o'er his dust; Mourn her chieftain snatched away, 'ho is now hut pulseless clay. Her Harding, kindly, generous and just. Runners veiled, muskets trailed. march alonp, To the dlrg of death, the ancient Snxon sons, 'nr a noble life, well epent Full of honor's high Intent. That never wrought a fellow man a wrong. Chant n song for his soul as you go. As the fluxing tides of being ebb and flow Chant a song to reach the ears Of our youth in future years. A stnln of victory mingled with our Woe! FRANCIS S. BORTON |