John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Ethel Lynn Beers. (1827–1879) |
| 7578 |
| All quiet along the Potomac to-night, No sound save the rush of the river, While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead— The picket ’s off duty forever. |
| All quiet along the Potomac. |
| Ellen Clementine Howarth. (1827–1899) |
| 7579 |
| ’T is but a little faded flower, But oh, how fondly dear! ’T will bring me back one golden hour, Through many a weary year. |
| ’T is but a little, faded Flower. |
| Francis Miles Finch. (1827–1907) |
| 7580 |
| These in the robings of glory, Those in the gloom of defeat, All with the battle-blood gory, In the dusk of eternity meet;— Under the sod and the dew, Waiting the judgment-day;— Under the laurel the Blue, Under the willow, the Gray. |
| The Blue and the Gray. |
| John Townsend Trowbridge. (1827– ?) |
| 7581 |
| For me the diamond dawns are set In rings of beauty, And all my ways are dewy wet With pleasant duty. |
| Service. |