Aye, dying at his feet.

The old man wakes as from a dream,

His eyes are wet with tears,

Then his dauntless spirit rises

As in the by gone years,

And a smile lights up his visage,

Old and wan though it be,

For visions of the old camp ground,

In the firelight he sees.

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A LULLABY. (Go to Sleep.)

Go to sleep, await the day,

Fair in dreamland far away,

Through the shadows of the night

’Till the early morning light.

Slumber sweetly, do not fear,

Angels voices hover near,

Lullabies so soft they sing,

Messages of love doth bring.

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