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r e a d in g s   w it h   a c c o m p a n im e n t s   o f  m u s ic .

                                             But  he tossed in  wild  delirium,
                                               From his pa]e lips  still  the  cry,
                                             With  that same  sad,  plaintive  moaning,
                                              "M other— c o rn s— b efo re— i— di c.:‘


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                                             Then  in  son^  her  voice  rose  sweetly,
                                                On  iier breast  s;te  laid  bis  head,
                                            :  Husk*  /iij■  dear,  lie si ill and slumlur}
                                                Holy angels guard Iky  bed:’


                                             While  she  sang  his  moans  ppew  fainter.
                                                And  she  watchcd  the  white  lids  ci'eejr
                                             O'er  his  eyes,  till  calm  and  peaceful
                                                In  her arms  he  lay  asleep.



                                             Dimmer  burned  the  lights,  am I silence
                                                Reigned  within  the  white-washed walls ;
                                             Bearded  cheeks  were  wet  with  tear-stains,

                                                AH  forgot were  cannon  balls,


                                             F^r  off scenes  rose  up  to  memory^
                                                lender  thoughts— repelled so  Ion
                                             Crept into  the  hearts  of soldiers,
                                                W ith  th.it soothing'  c rad] o  song.


                                              Morning  dawned ;  but  in  the  night-time
                                                One tired  soul,  hat.:  upward  sped—
                                            li Hush,  my  dear,  lie’ still anaI slumber,
                                                jjiriy  angels guard thy be d r
                                                                                   M a r y  M cG u i r e .
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