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A Grave Near Petersburg, Virginia By Herman Melville |
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Head-board and foot-board duly placed— Grassed in the mound between; Daniel Drouth is the slumberer's name— Long may his grave be green! Quick was his way—a flash and a blow, Full of his fire was he— A fire of hell—'tis burnt out now— Green may his grave long be! May his grave be green, though he Was a rebel of iron mould; Many a true heart—true to the Cause, Through the blaze of his wrath lies cold. May his grave be green—still green While happy years shall run; May none come nigh to disinter The— | |||||||||||||
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