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278 TO THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND.
Though distant far from friends and home,
Surrounded by the din of war, The memories bright of friends behind
Are still the soldier's guiding star : But should remembrance fail to trace
The outlines of each cherished form, The artist, with a magic grace,
Portrays each feature " fresh and warm."
Dear friend, I thank you from my heart
For that impression of your face, 'T will cheer me in some lonely hour,
Each well-remembered mark to trace. I 've placed it with my friends so dear,
And guard them all with nicest care, And when o'er theirs I shed a tear,
Be sure that you '11 receive a share.
Blest be the artist's magic power,
Thus brightly joining kindred hearts ; 'T is sunshine in the darkest hour,
And firmer courage it imparts. It cheers the soldier's lonely way,
And brings contentment to his mind, It brightens " love's undying ray,"
And makes him to his lot resigned.