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Skimming lightly, wheeling still, / The swallows fly low / Over the field in clouded days, / The forest-field of Shiloh -- / Over the field where April rain / Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain / Through the pause of night / That followed the Sunday fight / Around the church of Shiloh -- / The church so lone, the log-built one, / That echoed to many a parting groan / And natural prayer / Of dying foemen mingled there -- / Foemen at morn, but friends at eve -- / Fame or country least their care: / (What like a bullet can undeceive! ) / But now they lie low, / While over them the swallows skim, / And all is hushed at Shiloh.