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Rh How vivid grows the picture now! How bright each scene appears! I trace each loved and long-lost face with eyes be-dimmed in tears. How plain I hear thee, Uncle Ned, and see thy musing look, Comparing all thy glory to the curling wreaths of smoke! A truer, braver soldier ne'er for king and country bled. His wanderings are for ever o'er. God rest thee, Uncle Ned!