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THE SOLDIER'S DEATH by HUMBERT WOLFE

First Line: TRAIL ALL YOUR PIKES, DISPIRIT EVERY DRUM
Last Line: TO YOUR MISTAKEN SHRINE, TO YOUR FALSE IDOL HONOUR.
Subject(s): DEATH; WAR; DEAD, THE;
Trail all your pikes, dispirit every drum,
March in a slow procession from afar,
Ye silent, ye dejected, men of war.
Be still the hautboys, and the flute be dumb!
Display no more, in vain, the lofty banner;
For see where on the bier before ye lies
The pale, the fall'n, the untimely sacrifice
To your mistaken shrine, to your false idol Honour.



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