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SONG OF THE UNION SOLDIERS. |
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SONG OF THE UNION SOLDIERS.
BY EMELINE S. SMITH.
A MIGHTY band, encamped we lie Upon the river's borders, And wait, while weary weeks go by,
Our General's marching orders, The days are dark, the nights are drear,
The chilling storms beat o'er us ; And, shivering in our tents, we hear The winter-wind's wild chorus.
Yet though our soldier-fare is hard,
And though our lives are dreary, There's not a man of all our band
Grows discontent or weary. We know the conquest-hour will come,
And, strong in this assurance, We wait, and forge in trial-fires,
The armor of endurance.
Not lost, these seeming idle hours — They 're like those mystic trances
In which the winter grain awaits Fair Spring 's awakening glances. |
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