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 A grave and solemn man was he,
 * With deep and somber brow;

The dreamful eyes seemed hoarding up
 * Some unaccomplished vow.

The wistful glance peered o’er the plain
 * Beneath the starry light,

And with the murmured name of God
 * He watched the camp that night.

The future opened unto him
 * Its grand and awful scroll—

Manassas and the Valley march
 * Came heaving o’er his soul,

Richmond and Sharpsburg thundered by
 * With that tremendous fight

That gave him to the angel host
 * Who watched the camp that night.

We mourn for him who died for us
 * With one resistless moan,

While up the Valley of the Lord
 * He marches to the Throne!

He kept the faith of men and saints
 * Sublime and pure and bright;

He sleeps—and all is well with him
 * Who watched the camp that night.