PODlll OJ' UUOINA'tiO!C ~:0 J'A.NC1', 119~ A!Uion.I Bl!AllD the dogs b&ri: in the moonlight night,
And I went to the window to aee the eight ;
AU the dead that ever I knew
Going one by one, Md two by two.
On they paee'd, ami on they paaa'd;
T own '&-fellows all from tint to last ;
Born in the moonlight of the lane,
And queuch'd in the heavy shadow again.
Scbool-matea marching as when we pla:r'u
At soldiert one&-but now more at&id ;
Thoee were the atrnngeat aighte to me
Who were drown'd, I knew, in the awful aen.
Straight a.ud hAndsome folk ; bent aud wenk too ;
And some that I loved, and gup'd to apeak to;
Some just buried a day or two, ·
And aome of whoee death 1 never knew.A long, long crowd-where each aeem'd lonely;
.And yet of them all there wu ou,., one only-
That raised a l1ead or look'd my way,
And she aeem'd to linger, but wight uot stay.How long einoe I saw that fa.ir pale face I
Ab, mother dear I might I OGiy place
My bead on thy brenat., a moment to rest,
While thy hand on my tearful che~tk were preat!On, on, a moving bridge they made
Aocrou the moon-stream from shade to ah&de:
Young and old, and womeu and men;
Ma:oy long-forgot, but remember'd then.And 6rat there oame a bitter laughter;
And a sound of teare the moment a!tu;
And then a music 10 lofty and gay,
That every morning, day by day,
I atrive to recall it If I ml\1.