NO MORE. Hushed be the song and the love-notes of gladness That broke with the morn from the cottager's door-- Muffle the tread in the soft stealth of sadness, For one who returneth, whose chamber-lamp burneth No more. Silent he lies on the broad path of glory, Where withers ungarnered the red crop of war. Grand is his couch, though the pillows are gory, 'Mid forms that shall battle, 'mid guns that shall rattle No more. Soldier of Freedom, thy marches are ended-- The dreams that were prophets of triumph are o'er-- Death with the night of thy manhood is blended-- The bugle shall call thee, the fight shall enthrall thee No more. Far to the Northward the banners are dimming, And faint comes the tap of the drummers before; Low in the tree-tops the swallow is skimming; Thy comrades shall cheer thee, the weakest shall fear thee No more. Far to the Westward the day is at vespers, And bows down its head, like a priest, to adore; Soldier, the twilight for thee has no whispers, The night shall forsake thee, the morn shall awake thee No more. Wide o'er the plain, where the white tents are gleaming, In spectral array, like the graves they're before-- One there is empty, where once thou wert dreaming Of deeds that are boasted, of One that is toasted No more. When the Commander to-morrow proclaimeth A list of the brave for the nation to store, Thou shalt be known with the heroes he nameth, Who wake from their slumbers, who answer their numbers No more. Hushed be the song and the love-notes of gladness That broke with the morn from the cottager's door-- Muffle the tread in the soft stealth of sadness, For one who returneth, whose chamber-lamp burneth No more. To escape my own thoughts, I went over into a camp of New England chaps, yesterday, my boy, and one of the first high-privates my eyes rested on was Jed Smith, of Salsbury. He winked to the chaps lounging near him, when he noted my doleful look, and says he: "You're mopish, comrade. Hez caliker proved deceitful?" "No," says I, indifferently. "Calico rather shuns me, as a general thing, my Down-easter, on account of my plain speaking." This startled him, my boy, as I expected it would, and says he: