Andre's Request to Washington
It is not the fear of death
That damps my brow;
It is not for another breath
I ask thee now;
I can die with lip unstirr'd
And a quiet heart—
Let but this prayer be heard
Ere I depart.
I can give up my mother's look—
My sister's kiss;
I can think of love—yet brook
A death like this!
I can give up the young fame
I burn'd to win—
All—but the spotless name
I glory in!
Thine is the power to give,
Thine to deny,
Joy for the hour I live—
Calmness to die.
By all the brave should cherish,
By my dying breath,
I ask that I may perish
By a soldier's death.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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