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Hush’d Be The Camps To-Day

Walt Whitman

 

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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.

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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.