"All through the night there's a little brown bird singing,
Singing in the hush of the darkness and the dew.
Would that his song through the stillness could go winging,
Could go winging to you,..."A cavalry catch
"Up! for the bugles are calling,
Saddle and boot, and away!
Sabres are clanking and lances are glancing,
The colonel is fuming and horses are prancing,..."A cemetery
"This quiet Dust was Gentlemen and Ladies,
And Lads and Girls;
Was laughter and ability and sighing,
And frocks and curls...."|
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