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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ONE OF MANY, by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR
First Line: Some sing among the trumpets in the fray
Last Line: A laurel -- or a rose.
Subject(s): Death; Graves; Women; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones
First Line: Some sing among the trumpets in the fray
Last Line: A laurel -- or a rose.
Subject(s): Death; Graves; Women; Dead, The; Tombs; Tombstones
SOME sing among the trumpets in the fray --
Such breathless glory hers might never be;
Her heart and voice were all too gentle-gray
For such high psalmody.
BUT she could croon a little child to sleep,
And whisper in the twilight to a maid
Who felt within her heart the springtime leap --
Half-joyous, half-afraid.
SHE knew no ringing war-cry for the strong;
Her voice no latent might to action charmed;
But silent rallied to her soothing song
The fallen, the disarmed.
NOR rose nor laurel to her burial bring --
Above her let the green sod simply close.
Some day, from that forgotten mound may spring
A laurel -- or a rose.
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