From the measureless West, Virginia, the South, the Carolinas, Texas

(Even here in my room-shadows and half-lights in the noiseless flickering flames,

Again I see the stalwart ranks on-filing, rising—I hear the rhythmic tramp of the armies);

You million unwrit names all, all—you dark bequest from all the war,

A special verse for you—a flash of duty long neglected—your mystic roll strangely gather'd here,

Each name recall'd by me from out the darkness and death's ashes,

Henceforth to be, deep, deep within my heart recording, for many a future year,

Your mystic roll entire of unknown names, or North or South,

Embalm'd with love in this twilight song.

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A SIGHT IN CAMP IN THE DAYBREAK GRAY AND DIM

A sight in camp in the daybreak gray and dim,

As from my tent I emerge so early sleepless,

As slow I walk in the cool fresh air the path near by the hospital tent, 

Three forms I see on stretchers lying, brought out there untended lying,

Over each the blanket spread, ample brownish woollen blanket,

Gray and heavy blanket, folding, covering all.

Curious I halt and silent stand,

Then with light fingers I from the face of the nearest the first just lift the blanket;

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