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158 SONGS OF WAR AND PEACE
And the plunge of heavy shot
Leaves its jagged, crimson blot, In places that are shredded, 'long the line.
Now a high and swelling cheer,
Sounds above the battle, clear, And the sweeping charge is victory's wild sign.
***** * *
In the quiet of a woodland, far away,
I've been thinking of that dreadful battle day, And it comes to me again, With the oaths of fighting men,
And the double roar of double war-array.
Give me my sword! Fall in! Fall in!— No, 'tis a dream, not battle's din—
Far comes a soft, sweet song of love,
The mate-call of the wooing dove.
THE OTHER END OF WAR.
When civil war was going on
And all the neighbor boys had gone
To fight, one side or t'other, I had a time to get away, For there was no one else to stay
And do for my old mother.