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    LIFE.   Table of Contents     ALL ALONE.

Tucker, Mary E.
Poems

- THE SIGNAL GUN.


THE SIGNAL GUN.


SOFTLY now the day is dawning,
Song-birds sing the lays of morning;
Al else around is calm and still,
Except the picket on the hill.

Now where once the morning breeze
Sweetly floated through the trees;
Grim earth batteries rear on high
Their ghastly heads up to the sky.

From morning's light to evening shades
We dwell in dread of martial raids;
With faith we trust protecting power
Will shelter us in this dark hour.
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Listen! now the signal-gun
Tells the picket's work is done;
No more will he watch and wait--
Stands he now at heaven's gate.
Yes, the picket's race is run,
And his heavenly life begun.
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    LIFE.   Table of Contents     ALL ALONE.