From an unnamed cemetery in Plainfield, MA:
The soldier's work was finished
And his feet were homeward turned
But the foe that none can conquer
Stalked in treachery by his side.
And ere he reached the threshold
Of the home for which he yearned
The fatal arrow smote him
And he laid him down and died.
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