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Th profounder beauty. All the rare, Clear, starry points of light, that
gave his soul Such lambent lustre, owned but one sole aim,-- Not for
himself, nor yet his country's fame, These glories shone: he kept the
clustered whole A jewel for the crown that Christ shall wear! DIRGE FOR
ASHBY. Heard ye that thrilling word-- Accent of dread-- Flash like a
thunderbolt, Bowing each head-- Crash through the battle dun, Over the
booming gun-- "_Ashby, our bravest one_,-- _Ashby is dead!_" Saw ye the
veterans-- Hearts that had known Never a quail of fear, Never a groan--
Sob 'mid the fight they win, --Tears their stern eyes within,-- "Ashby,
our Paladin, Ashby is gone!" Dash,--dash the tear away-- Crush down the
pain! "_Dulce et decus_," be Fittest refrain! Why should the dreary pall
Round him be flung at all? Did not our hero fall Gallantly slain? Catch
the last word of cheer Dropt from his tongue; Over the volley's din,
Loud be it rung-- "_Follow me! follow me!_"-- Soldier, oh! could there
be Paean or dirge for thee, Loftier sung! Bold as the Lion-heart,
Dauntless and brave; Knightly as knightliest Bayard could crave; Sweet
with all Sidney's grace-- Tender as