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He has saved the life he spent,
Death has struck too kite.
Not the muffled drums for him, Nor the wailing of the fife — Trumpets blaring to the charge Were the music of his life. Let the mnsic of his death Be the feet of marching men ! Let his heart a thousandfold Take the field again !
— Amelia Josephine Burr.
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