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 Rh Rumor, with awful tales

Of death and of disaster,

May clamor through our vales,

But Spring comes hither faster,

Humming a tender rune of peace—

Breathing of bloom and life's increase.

Old soldiers still relate

How at Resaca's battle,—

As if to compensate,—

Above the din and rattle

Of musketry, continued long,

A mockingbird sang rapturous song:

And one who lay near death,—

A soldier sorely wounded,