CONTENTS FORWARD I. WHEN LILACS LAST IN THE DOORYARD BLOOM'D II. O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! III. HUSH'D BE THE CAMPS TODAY IV. THIS DUST WAS ONCE THE MAN LYRICS OF THE WAR BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! COME UP FROM THE FIELDS FATHER THE WOUND-DRESSER SPIRIT WHOSE WORK IS DONE ASHES OF SOLDIERS PENSIVE ON HER DEAD GAZING CAMPS OF GREEN He knew to bide his time, And can his fame abide, Still patient in his simple faith sublime, Till the wise years decide. Great captains, with their guns and drums. Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame. The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, drea…
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