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Never felt life's care or cloy.
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Each bloomed and died an abated boy,
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nor dreamed what death was,
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thought it mere sliding into some vernal sphere.
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They knew the joy but leaped the grief.
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Like plants that flower 'ere comes the leaf
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which storms lay low in kindly doom
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and kill them in the flush of their bloom."
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The casualties in the union army alone,
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the army of the Potomac, Grant's army,
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from the first of May through the end of July 1864,
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in this horrible war of attrition