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176 Some distance off, in order ranged, stood men,—about a score: God! 'twas all that now remained of my old gallant corps! The muster-roll was being called: to every well-known name I heard the solemn answer,—'Dead!' At length my own turn came. I paused to hear,—a comrade answered, ' Dead! I saw him fall!' I could not move another step, I tried in vain to call. My life was flowing fast, and all around was gathering haze, And o'er the heather tops I watched my comrades cheerful blaze. I thought such anguish as I felt was more than man could bear. God! it was an awful thing to die with help so near! And death was stealing o'er me : with the strength of wild despair I raised the standard o'er my head, and waved it through the air.