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"ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC."

"All quiet along the Potomac," they say,
"Except now and then 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 the battle;
Not an officer lost—only one of the men,
⁠Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle."

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