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The Little Homes
We have heard the cheering, brothers,
We have heard the martial peal;
We have seen the soldiers marching
And the glint of sun on steel.
We have heard the songs, the shouting;
But, while forth the soldier roams,
Who has heard the weeping, brothers,
In the Little Homes?
We have seen the gay processions
And the careless, laughing crowds;
We have seen the banners waving
Out against the peaceful clouds;
Yet, while colours proudly flutter
Over noble spires and domes,
Who has seen the mourning, brothers,
In the Little Homes?
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