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<h3> LAMENT </h3>
<p class="poem">
Here in my garden where the tulips grow<br/>
I walk alone;<br/>
Dim are my eyes with tears, my feet are slow<br/>
My heart is stone;<br/>
Though all the lovely earth again for me<br/>
New sweetness yields<br/>
It matters not,—only the dead I see<br/>
On battlefields.<br/></p>
<p class="poem">
Only the dead I see,—and strangely bright<br/>
Their faces shine<br/>
As though the God of Glory in the night<br/>
Had made them fine.<br/>
Place for the victors! Stoop my soul to touch<br/>
Their tunics hem,—<br/>
'Tis those they loved who need tears overmuch<br/>
O weep for them!<br/></p>
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