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chapter-201		chapter-201			.txt	text/plain	233	11	78	Spirit Whose Work Is Done [Washington City, 1865] Spirit whose work is done--spirit of dreadful hours! Ere departing fade from my eyes your forests of bayonets; Spirit of gloomiest fears and doubts, (yet onward ever unfaltering Spirit of many a solemn day and many a savage scene--electric spirit, Rousing the land with breath of flame, while you beat and beat the drum, Now as the sound of the drum, hollow and harsh to the last, As I look on the bayonets bristling over their shoulders, As those slanted bayonets, whole forests of them appearing in the Spirit of hours I knew, all hectic red one day, but pale as death next day, Touch my mouth ere you depart, press my lips close, Let them scorch and blister out of my chants when you are gone, Let them identify you to the future in these songs.	./cache/chapter-201.txt	./txt/chapter-201.txt