There is a word
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There is a word Which bears a sword Can pierce an armed man -- It hurls its barbed syllables And is mute again -- But where it fell The saved will tell On patriotic day, Some epauletted Brother Gave his breath away. Wherever runs the breathless sun -- Wherever roams the day -- There is its noiseless onset -- There is its victory! Behold the keenest marksman! The most accomplished shot! Time's sublimest target Is a soul "forgot!" |
