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 212 A DAY S CAMPAIGN.

The tale of faithless queen uncrowned ! What picture half so well !

&quot;And this, was taken at Fair Oaks,

They say. It came to me With gun, and cap, and hasty line Scrawled lying on his knee.&quot;

Over the soldier s solemn face, That time shall touch no more,

Nor sunshine find to add a line, Nor shadow darken more,

I looked, so I might not forget, Then whispered low a prayer,

If I might unto glory come, That I should know him there.

��A DAY S CAMPAIGN.

AND so the &quot; campaign of a day &quot; is ended ; The &quot;house-mother&quot; blesses each sleepy head, And for flag of truce, holds out a pillow Before the camp of the children s bed.

Now she counts the cost of the day just ended By the tingling nerves at her finger-tips,

And seals the last of her war-despatches On the childish brows with her loving lips.

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