Where his blood was ever bounding,

Here, at last, he leaves his madness,

All his love and all his sadness,

Home! Home!

THE CUSTER WAIL.

Dead! Where the bold and brave

Blend in one bloody grave;

Dead! With no coward clay

Weltering in gore that day.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! With his boys in blue,

Baptized in bloody dew.

Dead! Where his enemy

Fled from his fearless eye.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

Dead! Like a meteor,

Flashed o'er the field of war.

Dead! With immortal pride,

Glorious and glorified.

Dead! Dead! Ah!—Dead to me.

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