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The moon has waxed and waned away; the morning star
rides pale and high— Fond dreams of home no longer stay, but fade like stars
on mornings sky.
Galveston, Texas, Feb. 1, 1864. |
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CAMP DOUGLAS BY THE LAKE.
A PRISON SONG. Air—" Cottage by the Sea."
Childhood's days have long since faded, Youth's bright dreams like lights gone out,
Distant homes and hearths are shaded, With the future's dread and doubt. |
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Chorus.—Here, old Michigan before us,
Moaning waves that ever break, Chanting still the one sad chorus, At Camp Douglas by the Lake. (Kepeat.) |
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Exiles from our homes, we sorrow O'er the present's darkening gloom;
Will we know that with the morrow, We'll wake to feel the same hard doom.
Chorus. |
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