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Poems Of Henry Wadsworth Longfellow: Killed At The Ford

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From: Great Works of Literature
Date: 19920101
Author:Longfellow, Henry Wadsworth

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Killed At The Ford

He is dead, the beautiful youth, The heart of honor, the tongue of truth, He, the life and light of us all, Whose voice was blithe as a bugle-call, Whom all eyes followed with one consent, The cheer of whose laugh, and whose pleasant word, Hushed all murmurs of discontent.

Only last night, as we rode along, Down the dark of the mountain gap, To visit the picket-guard at the ford, Little dreaming of any mishap, He was humming the words of some old song: 'Two red roses he had on his cap And another he bore at the point of his sword.'

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