 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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THE RIFLE MATCH.
I
Let us haste to the meeting, the crowd's on its way,For the great rifle prizes are shot for to-day:
Not an eye but will kindle as the bullet is sped,
And fancy the target a foe in its stead.
II
And on those who conquer what eyes will look down!What smiles they will win both in village and town!
And the girls they will say, while from windows they lean,
“They could kill us all a mile off, and never be seen.”
T. M.
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