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								| Christmas Night of '62 By William Gordon McCabe (1841�1920)
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					| THE WINTRY blast 
					goes wailing by, The snow is falling overhead;
 I hear 
					the lonely sentry's tread,
 And distant watch-fires light 
					the sky.
 
 Dim forms go flitting through the gloom;
 The soldiers cluster round the blaze
 To talk of other 
					Christmas days,
 And softly speak of home and home.
 
 My sabre swinging overhead
 Gleams in the watch-fire's 
					fitful glow,
 While fiercely drives the blinding snow,
 And memory leads me to the dead.
 
 My thoughts go 
					wandering to and fro,
 Vibrating 'twixt the Now and Then;
 I see the low-browed home again,
 The old hall wreathed 
					with mistletoe.
 
 And sweetly from the far-off years
 Comes borne the laughter faint and low,
 The voices of the 
					Long Ago!
 My eyes are wet with tender tears.
 
 I 
					feel again the mother-kiss,
 I see again the glad surprise
 That lightened up the tranquil eyes
 And brimmed them o'er 
					with tears of bliss,
 
 As, rushing from the old 
					hall-door,
 She fondly clasped her wayward boy
 Her face 
					all radiant with the joy
 She felt to see him home once 
					more.
 
 My sabre swinging on the bough
 Gleams in the 
					watch-fire's fitful glow,
 While fiercely drives the 
					blinding snow
 Aslant upon my saddened brow.
 
 Those 
					cherished faces all are gone!
 Asleep within the quiet 
					graves
 Where lies the snow in drifting waves,
 And I am 
					sitting here alone.
 
 There 's not a comrade here 
					to-night
 But knows that loved ones far away
 On bended 
					knees this night will pray:
 "God bring our darling from 
					the fight."
 
 But there are none to wish me back,
 For me no yearning prayers arise.
 The lips are mute and 
					closed the eyes
 My home is in the bivouac.
 In the Army 
					of Northern Virginia.
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					| By 
					William Gordon McCabe (1841�1920) Listed January 16, 2013
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