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UNNY, squatting in the grass,

Saw the glancing column pass—

Saw the stripéd banner fly,

And the sabres twinkle by;

Saw the chargers fret and fume,

And the flapping hat and plume—

Saw them with his moist and shy

Most unspeculative eye,

Thinking only in the dew,

That it was a fine review.