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I Have Seen Him In The Watchfires Of A Hundred Circling Camps They Have Builded Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps, I Have Read His Righteous Sentence By The Dim And Flaring Lamps, His Day Is Marching On.

The Frozen Ocean... Of Boston Life.

I Have Never Known My Husband To Approve Any Act Of Mine Which I Myself Valued.

He Has Sounded Forth The Trumpet That Shall Never Call Retreat; He Is Sifting Out The Hearts Of Men Before His Judgment-seat. Oh! Be Swift My Soul To Answer Him, Be Jubilant My Feet! Our God Is Marching On.

When The Unwelcome Little Unborn Shall Have Seen The Light My Brain Will Be Lightened, And I Shall Have A Clearer Mind. Thank God That Even This Weary Nine Months Shall Come To An End And Leave Me In Possession Of My Own Body And My Own Soul.