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 The dying Confe 
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 P^ing Confckrate's fast MA 
 
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 Deal* comrades on niy brow the hand of death is cast, 
 My breath is growing short, all pain will soon be past ; 
 My soul will soar away to that bright land of bliss, 
 Far from the pain and woe of such a world as this. 
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 I left my home and friends to batflo with the foe, 
 To save the Southern land from misery and woe ; 
 I gave my life my all (uh ! not to win a name. 
 Or have it e'en enrolled upon the scroll of fame.) 
 
 3. 
 Not so, I only wished a helper brave to be 
 To save the glorious South from cruel tyranny ; 
 My soul with ardor burned the treacherous foe to fight, 
 And take a noble stand for liberty and right. 
 
 4. 
 
 But oh ! how weak is man ! It was not God's decree, 
 That I should longer live a helper brave to be, 
 Before another day I shall be with the dead, 
 And 'neath the grassy sod will be my lonely bed. 
 
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 And should you see the friends that nurtured me in youth, 
 Tell them I tried to walk the ways of peace and truth ; 
 
 ! tell my mother kind the words that she has given. 
 Have led her wayward child to Jesus and to heaven. 
 
 6. 
 
 Farewell '. farewell ! my friends my loving comrades dear, 
 
 1 ask you not to drop for me one bitter tear; 
 
 The angels sweetly stand and beckon me to come, 
 To that bright land of bliss that heavenly realm my home. 
 
 Maryland. 
 

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