 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - American poetry - 1832 - 1022 pages
...sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread An he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away In the cot on the mountain. Ills musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories lender, As he mutters... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - American poetry - 1863 - 410 pages
...sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls back—his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children... | |
 | William Wyndham Malet - History - 1863 - 332 pages
...sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain : His musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children... | |
 | United States - 1864 - 356 pages
...sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away...in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children... | |
 | Frank Moore - 1864 - 364 pages
...There 'a only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away...in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack, — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children... | |
 | John Henry Hayward - American poetry - 1864 - 418 pages
...sleeping. There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain. Ilia musket falls back — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters... | |
 | Elizabeth Collins - United States - 1865 - 132 pages
...sound of the lone sentry's tread, As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two on the low trundle-bed, Far away in the cot on the mountain : His musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children... | |
 | A.A. Griffith - Elocution - 1865 - 260 pages
...tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And lie thinks of the two in the low trundle bed Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack — his face dark and grim, C Grows gentle with memories tender, As he mutters a prayer for the children... | |
 | Marion Harland - Enslaved persons - 1865 - 426 pages
...slowly is creeping; While the stars up above, with their glittering eyety Keep guard o'er tho army while sleeping.. " There is only the sound of the lone sentry's...in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he utters a prayer for the children... | |
 | Marion Harland - Enslaved persons - 1866 - 446 pages
...Through the forest leaves slowly is creeping; While the stars up above, with their glittering eyes, " There Is only the sound of the lone sentry's tread,...in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack — his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender, As he utters a prayer for the children... | |
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There's only the sound of the lone sentry's tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And he thinks of the two in the low trundlebed Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories... 
