Christmas In Camp








The wintry blast goes wailing by,
The snow is falling overhead.
I hear the lonely sentry’s tread,
And distant watch fires light the sky

Dim forms go flitting through the gloom;
The soldiers cluster ’round the blaze
To talk of other Christmas days
And softly speak of home and home.


from The Civil War Christmas Album, Philip Van Doren Stern, ed.

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