Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]

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Walt Whitman - Non-Music, USA

Hush’d Be the Camps To-Day [May 4, 1865]

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Hush'd be the camps to-day, And soldiers let us drape our war-worn weapons, And each with musing soul retire to celebrate, Our dear commander's death. No more for him life's stormy conflicts, Nor victory, nor defeat -- no more time's dark events, Charging like ceaseless clouds across the sky. But sing poet in our name, Sing of the love we bore him -- because you, dweller in camps, know it truly. As they invault the coffin there, Sing -- as they close the doors of earth upon him -- one verse, For the heavy hearts of soldiers.

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