The Officer’s Funeral  25218

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  • first line (public domain):
    Hark to the shrill trumpet calling,
         It pierceth the soft summer air;
    Tears from each comrade are falling,
         The widow and orphan are there.
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Published in The People’s Journal, 23 January 1915

Locations in Harold's Library

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