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第109章
ALONG THE POTOMAC.
When I was small, a woman died.
To-day her only boy Went up from the Potomac, His face all victory, To look at her; how slowly The seasons must have turned Till bullets clipt an angle, And he passed quickly round!
If pride shall be in Paradise I never can decide;Of their imperial conduct, No person testified.
But proud in apparition, That woman and her boy Pass back and forth before my brain, As ever in the sky.