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The Hero's Legacy Post by :bakatcha Category :Poems Author :George Pope Morris Date :May 2011 Read :813

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The Hero's Legacy

Upon the couch of death,
The champion of the free,
Gave, with his parting breath,
This solemn legacy:--
"Sheathed be the battle-blade,
"And hushed the cannons' thunder:
"The glorious UNION GOD hath made,
"Let no man put asunder!
"War banish from the land,
"Peace cultivate with all!
"United you must stand,
"Divided you will fall!
"Cemented with our blood,
"The UNION keep unriven!"
While freemen heard this counsel good,
His spirit soared to heaven.

(The end)
George Pope Morris's poem: Hero's Legacy

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