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THE DEATH OF KANE.
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Thank God ! O bleeding hearts bereft,
And crushed beneath the heavy blow,
Your loved one's relics were not left
To bleach amid eternal snow.
And if life be not length of days,
But worthy deeds and well-earned fame,
How few have lived to earn the praise
That clusters round thine honored name!
The dauntless leader gone before,
His bright example left to bless :
Heaven has one shining angel more,
And earth, one noble son the less.
