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Relieving Guard

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Thomas Starr King. Obiit March 4, 1864     Came the relief. What, sentry, ho!     How passed the night through thy long waking?     Cold, cheerless, dark, as may befit     The hour before the dawn is breaking.     No sight? no sound? No; nothing save     The plover from the marshes calling,     And in yon western sky, about     An hour ago, a star was falling.     A star? Theres nothing strange in that.     No, nothing; but, above the thicket,     Somehow it seemed to me that God     Somewhere had just relieved a picket.

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