To work a strong man's hurt, for there is death

Envenomed, noisome, in his every breath.

So would I breathe thy poison in my soul,

Till all that had been wholesome, pure, and true

Shewed its decay, and stained and wasted grew.

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Though sundered as the distant Northern Pole

From his far sister, I should bear thy blight

Upon me as I passed into the night.

Didst dream thy truth and honor meant so much

To me, Dear Heart? Oh! I am full of tears

To-night, of longing, love and foolish fears.

Would I might see thee, know thy tender touch,

For Time is long, and though I may not will

To question Fate, I am a woman still.

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Battle Song.

Clear sounds the call on high:

"To arms and victory!"

Brave hearts that win or die,

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