“He knelt him down on the new-raised mound,
His face was bowed on the cold damp ground,
He raised his head, his tears were done,
The father had prayed o'er his only son!”

— Letitia Elizabeth Landon

The Soldier's Funeral from The London Literary Gazette (16th November 1822)
The Improvisatrice (1824)

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