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My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew
What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.

This is from “Epitaphs of the War”, “A Son”.

I could not look on Death, which being known,
Men led me to him, blindfold and alone.

This is from “Epitaphs of the War”, “The Coward”.

I could not dig: I dared not rob:
Therefore I lied to please the mob.

This is from “Epitaphs of the War”, “A Dead Statesman”.