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Of North or South they recked not then,

Warm passion cursed the cause of war:

Can Africa pay back this blood

Spilt on Potomac's shore?

Yet doubts, as pangs, were vain the strife to stay,

And hands that fain had clasped again could slay.

How frequent in the camp was seen

The herald from the hostile one,

A guest and frank companion there

When the proud formal talk was done;

The pipe of peace was smoked even 'mid the war,

And fields in Mexico again fought o'er.

In Western battle long they lay

So near opposed in trench or pit,

That foeman unto foeman called

As men who screened in tavern sit:

"You bravely fight" each to the other said—

"Toss us a biscuit!" o'er the wall it sped.

And pale on those same slopes, a boy—

A stormer, bled in noon-day glare;

No aid the Blue-coats then could bring,

He cried to them who nearest were,

And out there came 'mid howling shot and shell

A daring foe who him befriended well.