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UNCLE NED'S TALE.
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How vivid grows the picture now! How bright each scene appears!
I trace each loved and long-lost face with eyes be-dimmed in tears.
How plain I hear thee, Uncle Ned, and see thy musing look.
Comparing all thy glory to the curling wreaths of smoke!
A truer, braver soldier ne'er for king and country bled.
His wanderings are for ever o'er. God rest thee, Uncle Ned!