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Show Her Message. By JULIA A. SMITHSON. (Prom' "War Poems.") Hall starry night! Pale starry night, Have you a message for me From a. young soldier lad All willing and glad To go sailing to .old Normandle? Still starry night! Chill starry night, I fear there's a message for me; For a wild lorelel Flecked with foam from the sea Carols low in the dark cypress tree. Old starry night! Cold starry night. Oh bring not a message to me From the battlefield gory. Where the slain in their glorv Slumber well on the blood-crimsoned lea. Rare starry night! Fair starry night. Was there a message for me From his mute Hps and cold As the dark, chilly mould. Where he fell that a slave might be free? Glad starry night! Oh sad starry night. What was the message to me? Did he murmur my name When the pale hoatman came Dipping soft o'er the dim purplo sea? |