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ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC TO-NIGHT.
By Lamar Fontaine. Music by J. H. Hewett.
[The music of this song can be obtained of the Oliver Ditson Co., Boston, Mass.]
" All quiet along- the Potomac to-night!" Except here and there a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket.
'Tis nothing! a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of a battle;
Not an officer lost! only one of the men Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle.
" All quiet along the Potomac to-night! " Where soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; And their tents in the rays of the clear Autumn moon, And the light of their camp-fires are gleaming.
A tremulous sigh, as a gentle night wind Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping ;
While the stars up above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard o'er the army while sleeping.
There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from rock to the fountain,
And thinks of the two on the low trundle bed, Far away, in the cot on the mountain.