Relieving Guard THOMAS STARR KING. OBIIT MARCH 4, 1864 Came the relief. ”What, sentry, ho! How passed the night through thy long waking?” ”Cold, cheerless, dark,--as may befit The hour before the dawn is breaking.” ”No sight? no sound?” ”No; nothing save The plover from the marshes calling, And in yon western sky, about An hour ago, a star was falling.” ”A star? There’s nothing strange in that.” ”No, nothing; but, above the thicket, Somehow it seemed to me that God Somewhere had just relieved a picket.” |
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