War Poetry of the South by Various
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The bitter tear!
We cannot help but weep, From depth of hearts that keep The memories, dread and deep. To vengeance dear! XIII. Aye, for each tear we shed, There shall be torrents red, Not from the eye-founts fed, But from the veins! Bloody shall be the sweat, Fiends, felons, that shall yet Pay retribution's debt, In torture's pains! XIV. Our tears shall naught abate, Of what we owe to hate-- To the avenging fate-- To earth and Heaven! And, soon or late, the hour |
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