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Show THE CAMP OF THE -SLEEPERS. (Central Park, Summer, 1905. By Edith M Thomas. Angel, whose stand is on the towers Of cities, through the deep night hours When thou, compassing, yet apart Hearest all hearts beat as one heart! Heed, now, this host of them that sleep; A few blest hours of truce they keep; Once more they breathe, their foe withdrawn Beneath the bastions of the dawn. Guard the grim battle's armistice ! Pace round this cool, green oasis, Where old and young have cast away -The burning burden of the day! Their tent roof is the blue-dark vault, The sentry night-breeze calleth, "Haiti" And now their eyes shut out the sheen Of downward-driving lances keen; Nor fear they now lest they shall reel Beneath their foe's dread chariot wheel That driveth through the blind, bright noon j To these, the dark is dreamless boon. " ' " O Angel, who hast charge to keep . The mingled host of these that sleep, Behold, outflung along thy path, Like sickled grain the human swath. Behold, and, as thou passest by, For prayer receive the slumberer's sigh! And closer bend thy pitying eye; Like scattered flowers the children lie In their white raiment on the sward, Oh, most of all, have these in ward! New York Sun. . . |
