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When night hung low and dew fell damp	A
There fell athwart the shadows	B
The gleaming watchfires of the camp	A
Like glow worms on the meadows	B
The sentinel his measured beat	C
With measured tread was keeping	D
While like bronze statues at his feet	C
Lay tired soldiers sleeping	D
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On some worn faces of the men	E
There crept a homesick yearning	D
Which made it almost seem again	E
The child look was returning	D
While on full many a youthful brow	F
Till now to care a stranger	G
The premature grave lines told how	F
They had grown old through danger	G
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One in his slumber laughed with joy	H
The laughing echoes mocked him	I
He thought beside his baby boy	H
He sat and gaily rocked him	I
O pitying angels Thou wert kind	J
To end this brief elysian	E
He found what he no more could find	J
Save in a dreamer's vision	E
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The clear note of a mocking bird	K
That star of sound came falling	D
Down thro' the night one wakeful heard	K
And answered to the calling	D
And then upon the ear there broke	L
That sweet pathetic measure	G
That song that wakes as then it woke	L
Such mingled pain and pleasure	G
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One voice at first and then the sound	M
Pulsed like a great bell's swinging	D
'Tenting to night on the old camp ground '	-
The whole roused camp was singing	D
The sense of warfare's discontent	N
Gave place to warfare's glory	O
Right merrily the swift hours went	N
With song and jest and story	O
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They sang the song of Old John Brown	E
Whose march goes on forever	G
It made them thirsty for renown	E
It fired them with endeavor	G
So much of that great heart lives still	P
So much of that great spirit	Q
His very name shoots like a thrill	P
Through all men when they hear it	R
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They found in tales of march and fight	S
New courage as they listened	T
And while they watched the weird camp light	S
And while the still stars glistened	T
Like some stern comrade's voice there broke	L
And swept from hill to valley	O
'Til all the sleeping echoes woke	L
The bugle's call to rally	O
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'To arms to arms the foe is near '	-
Ah brave hearts were ye equal	U
To hearing through without one fear	V
The whole tale's bloody sequel	U
The laurel wreath the victor's cry	W
These are not all of glory	O
The gaping wound the glazing eye	W
They too are in the story	O
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And when again their tents were spread	X
And by campfires they slumbered	X
The missing faces of the dead	X
The living ones outnumbered	X
And yet their memories animate	X
The hearts that still survive them	Y
And holy seems the task and great	X
For one hour to revive them	Y

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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