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She rose up in the early dawn, / And white and silently she moved / About the house. Four men had gone / To battle for the land they loved, / And she, the mother and the wife, / Waited for tidings from the strife. / How still the house seemed! and her tread / Was like the footsteps of the dead.
The long day passed, the dark night came; / She had not seen a human face. / Some voice spoke suddenly her name. / How loud it echoed in that place / Where, day by day, no sound was heard / But her own footsteps! "Bring you word," / She cried to whom she could not see, / "Word from the battle-plain to me?"