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1842–1914

AN UNDRESS UNIFORM

Ambrose Bierce

The apparel does not proclaim the man — Polonius lied like a partisan, And Salomon still would a hero seem If ( Heaven dispel the impossible dream! )

He stood in a shroud on the hangman's trap, His eye burning holes in the black, black cap. And the crowd below would exclaim amain: “He's ready to fall for his country again!”

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