212 A DAY S CAMPAIGN.
The tale of faithless queen uncrowned ! What picture half so well !
"And this, was taken at Fair Oaks,
They say. It came to me With gun, and cap, and hasty line Scrawled lying on his knee."
Over the soldier s solemn face, That time shall touch no more,
Nor sunshine find to add a line, Nor shadow darken more,
I looked, so I might not forget, Then whispered low a prayer,
If I might unto glory come, That I should know him there.
��A DAY S CAMPAIGN.
AND so the " campaign of a day " is ended ; The "house-mother" blesses each sleepy head, And for flag of truce, holds out a pillow Before the camp of the children s bed.
Now she counts the cost of the day just ended By the tingling nerves at her finger-tips,
And seals the last of her war-despatches On the childish brows with her loving lips.
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