__________In the long night, the still night,
__________He kneels upon the sod;
__________And the brutal guards withhold
__________E'en the solemn Word of God!
__________In the long night, the still night,
__________He walks where Christ hath trod.

__________'Neath the blue morn, the sunny morn,
__________He dies upon the tree;
__________And he mourns that he can lose
__________But one life for Liberty;
__________And in the blue morn, the sunny morn,
__________His spirit-wings are free.

__________His last words, his message words,
__________They burn, lest friendly eye
__________Should read how proud and calm
__________A patriot could die,
__________With his last words, his dying words,
__________A soldier's battle-cry!

__________From Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,
__________From monument and urn,
__________The sad of Earth, the glad of Heaven,
__________His tragic fate shall learn;
__________And on Fame-leaf and Angel-leaf,
__________The name of HALE shall burn!

_____THE BLUE AND THE GRAY_____

_____By the flow of the inland river,
__________Whence the fleets of iron had fled,
_____Where the blades of the grave-grass quiver,
__________Asleep are the ranks of the dead:

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