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Felicia Dorothea Hemans - The Death-Day Of Korner
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A song for the death-day of the brave
    A song of pride!
The youth went down to a hero`s grave,
    With the sword, his bride.

He went, with his noble heart unworn,
    And pure, and high;
An eagle stooping from clouds of morn,
    Only to die! 

He went with the lyre, whose lofty tone
    Beneath his hand
Had thrill`d to the name of his God alone,
    And his Father-land. 

And with all his glorious feelings yet
    In their first glow,
Like a southern stream that no frost hath met
    To chain its flow. 

A song for the death-day of the brave
    A song of pride!
For him that went to a hero`s grave,
    With the sword, his bride. 

He hath left a voice in his trumpet-lays
    To turn the flight,
And a guiding spirit for after days,
    Like a watch-fire`s light. 

And a grief in his father`s soul to rest,
    Midst all high thought;
And a memory unto his mother`s breast,
    With healing fraught. 

And a name and fame above the blight
    Of earthly breath,
Beautiful beautiful and bright,
    In life and death! 

A song for the death-day of the brave
    A song of pride!
For him that went to a hero`s grave,
    With the sword, his bride!
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