Halt!-the march is over,
Day is almost done;
Loose the cumbrous knapsack,
Drop the heavy gun.
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What are the thoughts that are stirring his breast?
What is the mystical vision he sees?
-'Let us pass over the river, and rest
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Only a private - and who will care
When I may pass away,
Or how, or why I perish, or where
I mix with the common clay?
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I read the marble-lettered name,
And half in bitterness I said,
'As Dante from Ravenna came,
Our poet came from exile-dead.'
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A simple, sodded mound of earth,
Without a line above it;
With only daily votive flowers
To prove that any love it:
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Float aloft, thou stainless banner!
Azure cross and field of light;
Be thy brilliant stars the symbol
Of the pure and true and right.
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Grandly thou fillest the world's eye to-day,
My proud Virginia! When the gage was thrown--
The deadly gage of battle--thou, alone,
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We do accept thee, heavenly Peace!
Albeit thou comest in a guise
Unlooked for-undesired, our eyes
Welcome through tears the sweet release
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I
How much would I care for it, could I know
That when I am under the grass or snow,
The ravelled garment of life's brief day
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We mean to do it. Some day, some day,
We mean to slacken this feverish rush
That is wearing our very souls away,
And grant to our hearts a hush
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