MY SOLDIER.
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The grateful spring shall find the place,
And with her blossoms spread
His quiet bed.
And with her blossoms spread
His quiet bed.
The soul I loved is still alive,
The name I loved is Freedom's boast;
I clasp these helpful truths, and strive
To feel, though great the cost,
Nothing is lost;
The name I loved is Freedom's boast;
I clasp these helpful truths, and strive
To feel, though great the cost,
Nothing is lost;
Since all of him that erst was dear
Is safe; his life was nobly spent,
And it is well. Oh, draw Thou near,
Light my bewilderment,
Make me content !
Is safe; his life was nobly spent,
And it is well. Oh, draw Thou near,
Light my bewilderment,
Make me content !
