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Rh Then all grew dim: the fire, the men, all vanished from my sight, My senses reeled; I know no more of that eventful night. 'Twas weeks before my mind came back: I knew not where I lay, But kindly hands were round me, and old comrades came each day. They told me how the waving flag that night had caught their eye, And how they found me bleeding there, and thought that I must die; They brought me all the cheering news,—the war was at an end. No wonder 'twas, with all their care, I soon began to mend. The General came to see me, too, with all his brilliant train. But what he said, or how I felt, to tell you now 'twere vain. Enough, I soon grew strong again: the wished-for route had come,