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Ada Cambridge - The Soldier`s Grave
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`Twas long ago, in the summer-time, 
    On a day as sad as this, 
That I laid my babe in its father`s arms, 
    And he gave it his farewell kiss; 
When the army sail`d from the English shores 
    In a mist of sun and rain, 
To the vine-clad hills and citadels 
    And the olive groves of Spain. 

I set my face to the balmy south, 
    And listen`d, intent and dumb, 
As though a cry from the battle-grounds 
    On the fragrant wind might come. 
I yearn`d for a gleam of the red camp fires 
    Which burn`d through the watchful nights, 
For the shine of the bayonets that clash`d one day 
    On the dread Albuera heights. 

Ah me! And my face cannot turn away, 
    Though the ashes are on my brow,— 
Though the news of the battle came once for all, 
    And there`s nothing to watch for now! 
Though `tis further away than that far south land 
    I must look for my dear man`s face,— 
Though I know he will never come home again 
    To the chair in the old house-place!
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