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[405] ‘And now as I shall utter his name—a name wreathed here by woman's loving and tender hands with flowers— “ the sweetest things that God ever made and forgot to put a soul into” —let every head be uncovered, let every tongue be stilled, let every eyelid droop, let every heart sink in sorrow that will, let every tear flow that may—the immortal, ever-living, never—dying name of Robert Edward Lee.’
Richmond, VA. 1891.
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