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chapter-317		chapter-317			.txt	text/plain	278	11	78	Camps of Green Nor alone those camps of white, old comrades of the wars, When as orderd forward, after a long march, Footsore and weary, soon as the light lessens we halt for the night, And a word provided for countersign, careful for safety, Till to the call of the drummers at daybreak loudly beating the drums, Lo, the camps of the tents of green, With a mystic army, (is it too orderd forward? Till night and sleep pass over?) Now in those camps of green, in their tents dotting the world, Behold the mighty bivouac-field and waiting-camp of all, Of the corps and generals all, and the President over the corps and generals all, For presently O soldiers, we too camp in our place in the bivouac-camps of green, But we need not provide for outposts, nor word for the countersign, Nor drummer to beat the morning drum.	./cache/chapter-317.txt	./txt/chapter-317.txt