43. Relieving guard--March 4, 1864.
by Frank Brel Harte.Came the relief. “What, sentry ho!
How passed the night through thy long waking?”
“Cold, cheerless, dark — as may befit
The hour before the dawn is breaking.”
“No sight? no sound?” “No; nothing, save
The plover from the marshes calling;
And in yon western sky, about
An hour ago, a star was falling.”
“A star? There's nothing strange in that.”
“No, nothing; but above the thicket
Somehow it seemed to me that God
Somewhere had just relieved a picket!”