BY JOHN S. MOORE.
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When victory smiles upon the hero dying,
And glory stands beside his sable bier,


They who have known him can restrain a


tear


Which gltters in the eye, and gaze unsighing
On the last relics of the loved and lost,


So nobly shfouded for the soldiers grave;
Thus Spartan mothers leok'd upon the brave,
Nor curst the victory gained at such COST
Thus might COLUMBIA, if her cherished son
Had fallen in battle, with his sleadfast eve
In death illumined by the mingled cry
OF foeman's rout and victory nobly won;
But now she only weepeth DER her loss,
And stands chief mourner at the grare Of Cross
Georgetown, May 20, 1916.