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chapter-208		chapter-208			.txt	text/plain	104	8	96	Hushd be the camps to-day, Hushd be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commanders death. No more for him lifes stormy conflicts, Nor victory, nor defeat--no more times dark events, Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. But sing poet in our name, Sing of the love we bore him--because you, dweller in camps, know it truly. As they invault the coffin there, Sing--as they close the doors of earth upon him--one verse, For the heavy hearts of soldiers.	./cache/chapter-208.txt	./txt/chapter-208.txt