Quote#Death
Fold him in his country's stars
Quote byGeorge Henry Boker · 1823–1890
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "Dirge for a Soldier (in Memory of General Philip Kearny)", stanza 3, in Poems of the War (Boston: Ticknor and Fields, 1864), p. 169..
English (original)
Fold him in his country's stars, Roll the drum and fire the volley! What to him are all our wars, What but death bemocking folly?
— George Henry Boker
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