Chapter XXXII

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A second's silence. Custer dropped his head, His lips slow moving as when prayers are said-- Two words he breathed--"God and Elizabeth," Then shook his long locks in the face of death, And with a final gesture turned away To join that fated few who stood at bay. Ah! deeds like that the Christ in man reveal Let Fame descend her throne at Custer's shrine to kneel.