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| Source: National Geographic |
The muffled drum's sad roll has beat
The soldier's last tattoo;
No more on Life's parade shall meet
That brave and fallen few.
On fame's eternal camping ground
Their silent tents to spread,
And glory guards, with solemn round
The bivouac of the dead.
Opening stanza of Bivouac of the Dead, by By Theodore O'Hara
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