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SUPPLICAMUS
Where southern pines make solemn moan,
And wailing winds give sad reply.
And wailing winds give sad reply.
But deep in dreary, lonesome shades,
On many a barren, sandy plain,
By rock pass, in tangled glades,
And by the rolling, restless main;
On many a barren, sandy plain,
By rock pass, in tangled glades,
And by the rolling, restless main;
By rushing stream, by silent lake,
Uncoffined in their lowly graves,
Until the earth's last morn shall break,
Must sleep our unforgotten braves!
Uncoffined in their lowly graves,
Until the earth's last morn shall break,
Must sleep our unforgotten braves!
O sun! O rain! O gentle dew!
O fresh young grass, and opening flowers!
With yearning hearts we leave to you
The holy task that should be ours!
O fresh young grass, and opening flowers!
With yearning hearts we leave to you
The holy task that should be ours!
Light up the darkling forest's gloom;
Cover the bare, unsightly clay
With tenderest verdure, with the bloom,
The beauty and perfume of May!
Cover the bare, unsightly clay
With tenderest verdure, with the bloom,
The beauty and perfume of May!
O sweet blue violets! softly creep
Beside the slumbering warrior's bed;
O roses! let your red hearts leap
For joy your rarest sweets to shed;
Beside the slumbering warrior's bed;
O roses! let your red hearts leap
For joy your rarest sweets to shed;
O humble mosses! such as make
New England's woods and pastures fair,
Over each mound, for Love's sweet sake,
Spread your soft folds with tender care.
New England's woods and pastures fair,
Over each mound, for Love's sweet sake,
Spread your soft folds with tender care.
Dear Nature, to your loving breast
Clasp our dead heroes! In your arms
Sweet be their sleep, serene their rest,
Unmoved by Battle's loud alarms!
Clasp our dead heroes! In your arms
Sweet be their sleep, serene their rest,
Unmoved by Battle's loud alarms!
