CHAPTER 1
The Countersign
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THE QUIET DAYS
On guard my heavy Heart did stand,
And sleep had conquered her,
Had not one cold and rigid hand
Gripped honor like a spur.
And sleep had conquered her,
Had not one cold and rigid hand
Gripped honor like a spur.
It was the starkest watch of all,
The hour before the end.
Out rang the startled challenge-call:
"Halt! Who goes there? " "A Friend."
The hour before the end.
Out rang the startled challenge-call:
"Halt! Who goes there? " "A Friend."
"The countersign? " my spent Heart cried,
And forward-peering stood.
A Voice as strange as sweet replied:
"The word is BROTHERHOOD. "
And forward-peering stood.
A Voice as strange as sweet replied:
"The word is BROTHERHOOD. "