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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  An American Anthology, 1787–1900.  1900.
755. A Soldier Poet
By Rossiter Johnson
WHERE swell the songs thou shouldst have sung
  By peaceful rivers yet to flow?
Where bloom the smiles thy ready tongue
  Would call to lips that loved thee so?
On what far shore of being tossed,        5
  Dost thou resume the genial stave,
And strike again the lyre we lost
  By Rappahannock’s troubled wave?
If that new world hath hill and stream,
  And breezy bank, and quiet dell,        10
If forests murmur, waters gleam,
  And wayside flowers their story tell,
Thy hand ere this has plucked the reed
  That wavered by the wooded shore;
Its prisoned soul thy fingers freed,        15
  To float melodious evermore.
So seems it to my musing mood,
  So runs it in my surer thought,
That much of beauty, more of good,
  For thee the rounded years have wrought;        20
That life will live, however blown
  Like vapor on the summer air;
That power perpetuates its own;
That silence here is music there.


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