The life of a patriot soldier is never lost. It blooms again beyond the grave; in a land where winter never comes, and suffering is unknown. Hanging around the throne of sapphire and gold — a rich garland awaits the coming of him who has died for his country; and when the Eternal Hand has dropped it on his brow Justice hands the record of his life is Mercy, and turns away until all that is black and all that is sinful in ...
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