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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 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  
(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.

Part of the cluster DRUM-TAPS.

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