When the spirit free deserts the body as it must
What matter where the lifeless form dissolves itself again to dust.
Twere sweet indeed to close our eyes with those we cherish near;
And wafted upwards by their sighs, soar to some calmer sphere;
But whether on the scaffold high, or in the battle van
The fittest place where man can die is where he dies for man.
(Photo by William Lees, July 2009)
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