Battery Moving Up to a New Position from Rest CampDawn
Not a sign of life we
In any square close-shuttered
That flanks the road we amble
Toward far trenches through the town
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Moving Through The Dew
Moving through the dew, moving through the dew,
Ere I waken in the city—Life, thy dawn makes all things new
And up a fir-clad glen, far from all the haunts of men,
Up a glen among the mountains, oh my feet are wings again
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