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8801	Whitman, Walt	Drum-Taps			.txt	text/plain	15019	1149	87	We ourselves in good time shall have to face and to more, my heart was full of affection for this beautiful old man tear, not a word, Vigil of silence, love and death, vigil for you my son Arm'd regiments arrive every day, pass through the city, and embark Your masculine voice O year, as rising amid the great cities, My General waited till the soldiers and wounded were all pass'd over, Baptized that day in many a young man's bloody wounds, O a strange hand writes for our dear son, O stricken mother's soul! An old man bending I come among new faces, Come tell us old man, as from young men and maidens that love me, His eyes are closed, his face is pale, he dares not look on the (Old as he was, his gray eyes yet shone out in battle like stars,)	./cache/8801.txt	./txt/8801.txt