THE SENTRY
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The night wind hums a lullaby, A watchful bivouac keep. The guns are silent now awhile, Yet, soldier, do not sleep. Though weary with the force of night, And weary with the war, Sleep not, be watchful, quick alert, Or sleep forever more. But words are nought to tired eyes, And what are words of praise To minds that long to dream a bit Of other, saner days. He sleeps, unmindful of his oath, And then they find him dead, The other soldier stands his guard Who shot him through the head. The night wind hums a lullaby, A watchful bivouac keep. The guns are silent now awhile, Yet, soldier, do not sleep!