the business man the acquirer vast,
after assiduous years surveying results, preparing for departure,
devises houses and lands to his children, bequeaths stocks, goods,
funds for a school or hospital,
leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems and gold.
but i, my life surveying, closing,
to shoems or gold for my friends,
yet certain remembrances of the ether and bequeath in this bundle of songs.
pensive on her dead gazing i heard the mother of all,
desperate on the torn bodies, on the forms covering the battlefields gazing,
(as the last gun ceased, but the scent of the poer'd.)
as she call'd to her earth e you lose not my sons, lose not an atom,
and you streams absorb them their dear blood,
and you local spots, and you airs that shtly impalpable,
and all you essences of soil and gro redden'd,
and you trees do men's bodies absorb,
and their precious blood,
in trust for me faithfully back again give me many a year hence,
in unseen essence and odor of surface and grass, centuries hence,
in blo airs from the fields back again give me my darlings, give
my immortal heroes,
exhale me them centuries hence, breathe me their breath, let not an atom be lost,
o years and graves! o air and soil! o my dead, an aroma s perennial sweet death, years, centuries hence.
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