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Leaves of Grass (1871-72)
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HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TO-DAY.
( May 4, 1865. )
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HUSH'D be the camps to-day; |
And soldiers, let us drape our war-worn weapons; |
And each with musing soul retire, to celebrate, |
Our dear commander's death. |
2 No more for him life's stormy conflicts; |
Nor victory, nor defeat—no more time's dark events, |
Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. |
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3 But sing, poet, in our name; |
Sing of the love we bore him—because you, dweller in
camps, know it truly.
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4 As they invault the coffin there; |
Sing—as they close the doors of earth upon him—
one verse,
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For the heavy hearts of soldiers. |
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