Somewhere—in desolate wind-swept space—In Twilight-land—in No-man’s land—Two hurrying Shapes met face to face, And bade each other stand. “And who are you?” cried one, agape, Shuddering in the gloaming light. “I know not, ” said the second Shape, “I only died last night.”
Our new camp is on a windswept rock point. ... We don't know what lake we're on, and don't care ...aldo leopold
Here's to the Blue of the wind-swept North When we meet on the fields of France, May the spirit of Grant be with you all As the sons of the North advance! * * * * * Here's to the Gray of the sun-kissed South When we meet on the fields of France, May the spirit of Lee be with you all As the sons of the South advance! * * * * * And here's to the Blue and the Gray as One! When we meet on the fields of France, May the spirit of God be with us all As the sons of the Flag advance!George Morrow Mayo, A Toast.
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