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THE DYING VOLUNTEER. 

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Kiss me once more, dear mother,
 Ere the light of day has fled;
When this brave young form is cold,
 And you gaze upon me dead.

I have fallen for my country,—
 'Tis to her I give my life,—
For the Southern chain did gall us,
 And brought on this deadly strife.

Hark! upon the distant hill-side
 Methinks I hear the cannon's sound!
And I see the dark red life-stream
 Trickling slowly to the ground.

Hark! I hear the captains shouting
 "Onward! onward! men so true;"
And now along the steeps they're rushing
 Bravely on—those "boys in blue."

Mother, I see them swing their caps,
 As they meet the rebel hordes;