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Show t I HER MESSAGE i By Julia A. Smithson, (From War Poems.) Hail 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 Normandie? i Still starry night! j Chill starry night, ' I fear there's a message for me; For a wild lorelel Flecked with foam from the sea I Carols low in the dark cypress tree. ; s Old strrry night! Cold starry night, ! Oh bring not a message to me j From the battlefield glory, : Where the slain in their glory Slumber well on the blood-crimsoned lea. I Rare starry night! j Fair starry night, Was there a message for me ' , From his mute lips and cold As the dark chilly mould, Where he fell that a slave might be free? : i Glad starry night! Oh sad starry night. What was the message to me? Did he murmur my name When the pale boatman came Dipping soft, or'e the dim purple sea? |