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Tut-tut
give back the flags — how can you care,  You veterans and heroes
Why should you at a kind intention swear  Like twenty Neros
Suppose the act was not so overwise —  Suppose it was illegal;

Row after row with strict
The headstones yield their names to the element,
The wind whirs without recollection;
In the riven troughs the splayed

The marching armies of the past Along our Southern plains,
Are sleeping now in quiet rest Beneath the Southern rains
The bugle call is now in vain To rouse them from their bed;
To arms they'll never march again— They are sleeping wi...