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BY THE ALMA RIVER.
BY THE ALMA RIVER.
WILLIE, fold your little hands;
   Let it drop, that "soldier" toy:
Look where father's picture stands,—
   Father, who here kissed his boy
Not two months since,—father kind,
Who this night may—Never mind
Mother's sob, my Willie dear,
Call aloud that He may hear
Who is God of battles, say,
"O, keep father safe this day
   By the Alma river."

Ask no more, child. Never heed
   Either Russ, or Frank, or Turk,
Right of nations or of creed,
   Chance-poised victory's bloody work:
Any flag i' the wind may roll
On thy heights, Sebastopol;
Willie, all to you and me
Is that spot, where'er it be,
Where he stands—no other word!
Stands—God sure the child's prayer heard—
   By the Alma river.