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HOW SOLEMN, AS ONE BY ONE.

HOW solemn, as one by one,
As the ranks returning, all worn and sweaty—as the men
file by where I stand;
As the faces, the masks appear—as I glance at the faces,
studying the masks;
(As I glance upward out of this page, studying you, dear
friend, whoever you are;)
How solemn the thought of my whispering soul, to each in
the ranks, and to you;
I see behind each mask, that wonder, a kindred soul:
O the bullet could never kill what you really are, dear
friend,
Nor the bayonet stab what you really are:
…The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the best,
Waiting secure and content, which the bullet could never
kill,
Nor the bayonet stab, O friend!

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