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Come up from the fields father here's a letter from our Pete	A
And come to the front door mother here's a letter from thy dear	B
son	C
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Lo 'tis autumn	D
Lo where the trees deeper green yellower and redder	E
Cool and sweeten Ohio's villages with leaves fluttering in the	F
moderate wind	G
Where apples ripe in the orchards hang and grapes on the trellis'd	G
vines	H
Smell you the smell of the grapes on the vines	H
Smell you the buckwheat where the bees were lately buzzing	I
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Above all lo the sky so calm so transparent after the rain and	G
with wondrous clouds	J
Below too all calm all vital and beautiful and the farm prospers	K
well	L
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Down in the fields all prospers well	L
But now from the fields come father come at the daughter's call	M
And come to the entry mother to the front door come right away	N
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Fast as she can she hurries something ominous her steps trembling	I
She does not tarry to smoothe her hair nor adjust her cap	O
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Open the envelope quickly	P
O this is not our son's writing yet his name is sign'd	G
O a strange hand writes for our dear son O stricken mother's soul	Q
All swims before her eyes flashes with black she catches the main	R
words only	P
Sentences broken gun shot wound in the breast cavalry skirmish	S
taken to hospital	T
At present low but will soon be better	E
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Ah now the single figure to me	P
Amid all teeming and wealthy Ohio with all its cities and farms	U
Sickly white in the face and dull in the head very faint	G
By the jamb of a door leans	V
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Grieve not so dear mother the just grown daughter speaks through	W
her sobs	X
The little sisters huddle around speechless and dismay'd	G
See dearest mother the letter says Pete will soon be better	E
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Alas poor boy he will never be better nor may be needs to be	P
better that brave and simple soul	Q
While they stand at home at the door he is dead already	P
The only son is dead	G
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But the mother needs to be better	E
She with thin form presently drest in black	Y
By day her meals untouch'd then at night fitfully sleeping often	C
waking	I
In the midnight waking weeping longing with one deep longing	I
O that she might withdraw unnoticed silent from life escape and	G
withdraw	Z
To follow to seek to be with her dear dead son	C

Walt Whitman

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