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Many an ancient oak and stately elm Spread its green canopy. How 's eye Lingered on each familiar sight, as if Even to things inanimate he would bid A last farewell! They reached the cottage-gate; His horse stood ready; many, too, were there, Who came to say Good-by, and kindly wish To the young soldier health and happiness. It is a sweet, albeit most painful, feeling To know we are regretted. "Farewell" said And oft repeated, one last wild embrace Given to his pale mother, who stood there, Her cold hands prest upon a brow as cold, In all the bursting heart's full agony— One last last kiss—he sprang upon his horse,