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More Songs by the Fighting Men
They say his soul lives on—
That I shall find
Him safe in God's eternity.
To-night, to-night, this aching in my breast,
This wildness in my mind
Cries to the farthest cruel star:—
"O Thou to Whom his soul has gone,
Spare me his lips love-prest!
In this pained night eternity is far—
God! give his dear warm body back to me."
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