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 pickets off duty forever. – Ethel Lynn Beers
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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 pickets off duty forever. – Ethel Lynn Beers