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As a young man,
I was always obsessed
By melancholy
I saw deep sadness,

In rich Virginian woods,
The scarlet creeper reddens over graves,
Among the solemn trees enlooped with vines;
Heroic spirits haunt the solitudes,—The noble souls of half a million braves,

There are different kinds of heroes, there are some you hear about
They get their pictures printed, and their names the newsboys shout;
There are heroes known to glory that were not afraid to
In the service of their country and to k...

A lady watches from the crowd,    Enthusiastic, flushed, and proud
_"Oh
there's Sir Henry Dudster
Such a splendid leader