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Think of it, think of it over the water / Thousands of men to-day march on to death, / Think how the sun shines on fields red with slaughter -- / How the air chokes, with the cannon's hot breath.
How in the shadows, perchance, of this even, / Hundreds of hearts, will have paused in their beat, / Pale, ghastly brows, will be turned up to heaven -- / Brows that were pressed by lips, tender and sweet.