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THE PICKET.
He will hear them,
And anear them
Will my spirit kneel with theirs.
And anear them
Will my spirit kneel with theirs.
Nor is darkness all around us; we can thank our God for might,
For the strength which He has given still to struggle for the Right;
For the soul so grandly beating in the nation's onward way,
For the spirit
We inherit
On this new Thanksgiving day!
For the strength which He has given still to struggle for the Right;
For the soul so grandly beating in the nation's onward way,
For the spirit
We inherit
On this new Thanksgiving day!
Still the blue Potomac ripples like a silver thread below,
And amid the sullen darkness rises high the camp-fire's glow;
So I pace the picket lonely, while apart from mortal sight
Watch I'm keeping
With the sleeping
Loved ones far away to-night.
And amid the sullen darkness rises high the camp-fire's glow;
So I pace the picket lonely, while apart from mortal sight
Watch I'm keeping
With the sleeping
Loved ones far away to-night.
