Freston
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With breadth enough to fill the empty crown,
That at death's stern command he now lays down?
That at death's stern command he now lays down?
The world has grown much poorer now through death,
Although he gave to him but fleeting breath,
For every pulsing heart his name doth fill;—
Onward he goes, God's standard bearer still!
Although he gave to him but fleeting breath,
For every pulsing heart his name doth fill;—
Onward he goes, God's standard bearer still!
