The Officer's funeral
Hark! to the shrill trumpets calling
To pierceth the soft summer air
Tears from each comrad are falling
For the widow & orphen are there!
The bayonets earth-ward are turning
And the drums muffled breath rolls around
But he hears not the voice of their mourning
Nor awaks to the Bugle's sound
Sleep Soldier! thou many regret thee
Who stands by thy cold beir today
Soon soon shall the kindest forget thee
And thy name from the earth pass away
The man thou did'st love as a brother
A friend in thy place will have gained
Thy dog shall keep watch for another
And thy steed by a stranger be reighned
But the hearts that now mourn for thee sadly
Soon joyous as ever shall be
Tho' thy bright orphen boy may laugh gladly
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