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chapter-177		chapter-177			.txt	text/plain	350	21	86	A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown, A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown, We come to an open space in the woods, and halt by the dim-lighted building, And by one great pitchy torch stationary with wild red flame and bleeding to death, (he is shot in the abdomen,) I stanch the blood temporarily, (the youngsters face is white as a lily,) odor of blood, The crowd, O the crowd of the bloody forms, the yard outside also filld, death-spasm sweating, the torches, These I resume as I chant, I see again the forms, I smell the odor, But first I bend to the dying lad, his eyes open, a half-smile gives he me, Then the eyes close, calmly close, and I speed forth to the darkness, Resuming, marching, ever in darkness marching, on in the ranks, The unknown road still marching.	./cache/chapter-177.txt	./txt/chapter-177.txt