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chapter-174		chapter-174			.txt	text/plain	117	5	76	A procession winding around me, solemn and sweet and slow--but first I note, The tents of the sleeping army, the fields and woods dim outline, The darkness lit by spots of kindled fire, the silence, Like a phantom far or near an occasional figure moving, The shrubs and trees, (as I lift my eyes they seem to be stealthily watching me,) While wind in procession thoughts, O tender and wondrous thoughts, Of life and death, of home and the past and loved, and of those that are far away; A solemn and slow procession there as I sit on the ground, By the bivouacs fitful flame. By the bivouacs fitful flame. By the bivouacs fitful flame.	./cache/chapter-174.txt	./txt/chapter-174.txt