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Unsung Hero

Here he lies lifeless He whose hands had many healed though unsung by some Now, we cheer him home Down his homestead, we set him Our selfless hero! Pain is the pleasure of earthly patriotism... Fame is for a time Though the rose blossoms on fields where good does not stay, it withers at dusk Kindness lives briefer Twilight comes after sunset All is vanity!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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