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1. WAR ECHOES.

Those joyful days in New Orleans,

Those mutual ties, that sunny youth,

That friend, the very heart of truth,

From whom three years ago I parted

So full of life, so noble-hearted;

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And there he lay, beyond life's laws,

The victim of a fallen cause!

That was his sister by the dead;

Alas! I know not what I said,

Or how her agony consoled;

My heart was softened, as of old,

And I could hardly bring relief

To one so stricken down with grief.

I hollowed with my sabre's blade

A shallow grave, and then I laid

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