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How Solemn, as One by One.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.


(Washington City, 1865.) 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  
Nor the bayonet stab what you really are: …The soul! yourself I see, great as any, good as the  
Waiting, secure and content, which the bullet could  
 never kill,
Nor the bayonet stab, O friend!

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

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