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E. B. B.

1861.

I.

The white-rose garland at her feet,

The crown of laurel at her head,
Her noble life on earth complete,
Lay her in the last low bed
For the slumber calm and deep:
"He giveth His beloved sleep."

II.

Soldiers find their fittest grave

In the field whereon they died;
So her spirit pure and brave
Leaves the clay it glorified
To the land for which she fought
With such grand impassioned thought.