All quiet along the Potomac to-night,No sound save the rush of the river,While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead—The picket ’s off duty forever.
"All Quiet Along the Potomac Tonight" (first published in Harper's Weekly on November 30, 1861 under the title The Picket Guard).
Art thou a pen, whose task shall be To drown in ink What writers think? Oh, wisely write, That pages white Be not the worse for ink and thee.Ethel Lynn Beers
Calmer than midnight's deepest bushIs the sun-bright Summer nooning,With its cloudy shadows seeking rest,That fall on the hillside swooning.Great Night with its solemn starry eyes,Over Day's gate asks us whither We go,what our password is,To the camp beyond the river. ...Ethel Lynn Beers