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War! war! war! Heaven aid the right! God move the hero's arm in the fearful fight! God send the women sleep in the long, long night, When the breasts on whose strength they leaned shall heave no more.

Edmund Clarence Stedman

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Edmund Clarence Stedman
Age: 74 †
Born: 1833
Born: October 8
Died: 1908
Died: January 18
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