first line (public domain): As toilsome I wander'd Virginia's woods, To the music of rustling leaves kick'd by my feet, (for 'twas autumn,) I mark'd at the foot of a tree the grave of a solider; Mortally wounded he and buried on the retreat, (easily all could I understand,)
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