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The Picket Guard by Ethel Lynn Beers

The Picket Guard
by Ethel Lynn Beers

"All quiet along the Potomac," they say, 
"Except now and then a stray picket 
Is shot, as he walks on his beat, to and fro, 
By a rifleman hid in the thicket. 
'Tis nothing a private or two, now and then, 
Will not count in the news of the battle; 
Not an officer lost only one of the men, 
Moaning out, all alone, the death rattle." 

All quiet along the Potomac to-night, 
Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming; 
Their tents in the rays of the clear autumn moon, 
Or the light of the watch-fires, are gleaming. 
A tremulous sigh, as the gentle night-wind 
Through the forest-leaves softly is creeping; 
While stars up above, with their glittering eyes, 
Keep guard for the army is sleeping. 

There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread, 
As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, 
And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed 
Far away in the cot on the mountain. 
His musket falls slack his face, dark and grim, 
Grows gentle with memories tender, 
As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep 
For their mother may Heaven defend her! 

The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, 
That night, when the love yet unspoken 
Leaped up to his lips when low-murmured vows 
Were pledged to be ever unbroken. 
Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, 
He dashes off tears that are welling, 
And gathers his gun closer up to its place 
As if to keep down the heart-swelling. 

He passes the fountain, the blasted pine-tree
The footstep is lagging and weary; 
Yet onward he goes, through the broad belt of light, 
Toward the shades of the forest so dreary. 
Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves? 
Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing? 
It looked like a rifle"Ah! Mary, good-bye!" 
And the life-blood is ebbing and plashing. 

All quiet along the Potomac to-night, 
No sound save the rush of the river; 
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead
The picket's off duty forever.

The Picket Guard
by Ethel Lynn Beers


The Picket Guard by Ethel Lynn Beers
 

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