Sunset ryhmes; or, A few little rhymes I have told a few times to a child I know, when the sun was low .. . As they sleep in their tents Again they trumpet that calls, With its notes so clear,To meet the foe Who is drawing ^M^ A^^Qy^^^OCo . 50 The smoke of battleHas cleared away; And the soldiers trueWho fought that day Were bruised like theseWith which we play.

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