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LINES WRITTEN TO A MARCH COMPOSED IN IMITATION OF A MILITARY BAND.
I see them on their winding way,
Above their ranks the moon-beams play,
And nearer yet, and yet more near,
The martial chorus strikes the ear.
Above their ranks the moon-beams play,
And nearer yet, and yet more near,
The martial chorus strikes the ear.
They're lost and gone,—the moon is past,
The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast,
And fainter, fainter, fainter still,
The dim march warbles up the hill.
The wood's dark shade is o'er them cast,
And fainter, fainter, fainter still,
The dim march warbles up the hill.
Again, again,—the pealing drum,
The clashing horn—they come! they come!
And lofty deeds and daring high,
Blend with their notes of victory.
The clashing horn—they come! they come!
And lofty deeds and daring high,
Blend with their notes of victory.
Forth, forth, and meet them on their way,
The trampling hoof brooks no delay;
The thrilling fife, the pealing drum,
How late—but oh! how lov'd they come!
The trampling hoof brooks no delay;
The thrilling fife, the pealing drum,
How late—but oh! how lov'd they come!
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