Poems by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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88 "DO NOT CHEER, MEN ARE DYING." "DO NOT CHEER, MEN ARE DYING," SAID CAPT. PHILLIPS, IN THE SPANISH- AMERICAN WAR. Do not cheer, for men are dying From their distant homes in pain; And the restless sea is darkened By a flood of crimson rain. Do not cheer, for anxious mothers Wait and watch in lonely dread; Vainly waiting for the footsteps Never more their paths to tread. Do not cheer, while little children Gather round the widowed wife, Wondering why an unknown people Sought their own dear father's life. Do not cheer, for aged fathers Bend above their staves and weep, While the ocean sings the requiem Where their fallen children sleep. Do not cheer, for lips are paling On which lay the mother's kiss; 'Mid the dreadful roar of battle |
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