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WOUNDED.
"Let me go, mother; our country is calling;
Give me your blessing,—trust God for the rest."
Give me your blessing,—trust God for the rest."
I can remember when drums loudly beating
Led from the city the troops to their place,
That over all tumult of parting and greeting,
I heard but one voice, and I saw but one face,—
Led from the city the troops to their place,
That over all tumult of parting and greeting,
I heard but one voice, and I saw but one face,—
Saw but one face shining calmly and proudly,
Keeping quick time with the tramp of the feet;
Heard but one voice shouting clearly and loudly,
"Good-by, my mother,—trust God till we meet."
Keeping quick time with the tramp of the feet;
Heard but one voice shouting clearly and loudly,
"Good-by, my mother,—trust God till we meet."
Now!—O my God!let my trust be unshaken,
Lead me beyond the dark shadows to rest;
Wounded, they tell me, but O not forsaken;
Bring him once more to his place on my breast!
Lead me beyond the dark shadows to rest;
Wounded, they tell me, but O not forsaken;
Bring him once more to his place on my breast!
