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Wiped the cold dew-drops from his cheek And sought the mourner's side again. Once more, dear lady, I must speak: Your last remaining son was slain Just at the closing of the fight Twas he who sent me here to-night. God knows, the man said afterward, The fight itself was not so hard.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Age: 68 †
Born: 1850
Born: November 5
Died: 1919
Died: October 30
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Janesville
Wisconsin
Men
Sides
Sent
Afterward
Fighting
Lady
Drops
Lasts
Sadness
Sad
Last
Son
Cheek
Mourner
Speak
Dear
Remaining
Twas
Night
Cold
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Slain
Hard
Fight
Sought
Wiped
Must
Side
Cheeks
Dew

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