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Show The Regiment (By EDWARD LUCAS WHITE.) L Wo marched together from the town, With throbbing drums and swirling gusts of sons', Raw boys, and each unknown to each, A loose and restive herd nine hundred strong. But all set resolute and firm To battle for the right and rrut the wrong. In camp and march, retreat and flght. In hall of bullets and of shell, We found our comrades brothers born. We learned to know each other well, To trust the living and regret And honor, every man who fell. II. Through cheering throngs we trod the streets. Our slit Hag overhead, , The land we saved beneath our feet. Reliance in our tread, Five hundred soldiers, thewed and tanned, And mindful of our dead We went our ways to scattered homes. All the wide arts. We lived our different lives, fulfilled Our destined parts. Whatever came or went remem- Brance in our hearts. Amid proud recollections and display, Moist eyed, with quivering lips, we met one day, Some six score veterans, world worn, keen, and gray. III. Since then, with each recurring year, A dwindling band, we gathered here For reminiscence and good cheer. We gather, as of old; Warm, greeting hands we hold, : And now the doors unfold. At every place We seem to trace k well loved face. And see. But three Are we. |