The century illustrated monthly magazine . on the road through the mountains Whence the rider had just come, They followed the minute-men marching To the sound of the fife and the drum. Long dead have they been who sat thereAt that feast of things eternal —Long dead the laymen, the deacons,The lawyer, the doctor, the colonel;Long dead the youths and the maidens,And long on the graves of allHave the summers and the wintersTheir leaves and their snows let fall. But whenever I come to the churchyard,Where, by the side of the pastor,They afterwards laid the colonel,His friend in success and disast
The century illustrated monthly magazine . on the road through the mountains Whence the rider had just come, They followed the minute-men marching To the sound of the fife and the drum. Long dead have they been who sat thereAt that feast of things eternal —Long dead the laymen, the deacons,The lawyer, the doctor, the colonel;Long dead the youths and the maidens,And long on the graves of allHave the summers and the wintersTheir leaves and their snows let fall. But whenever I come to the churchyard,Where, by the side of the pastor,They afterwards laid the colonel,His friend in success and disaster,I see again on the commonThe minute-men all in array,And again I behold the departure,The pastor leading the way. And I think of the scene when his comrades Brought back the young pastor, dying, To his home in the house of the colonel; And how, on his death-bed lying, He took the hand that was offered, And, gazing far into the night, Whispered, I die for my country— I have fought — I have fought the good fight. Henry Ames BLACKED OUT.
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