Summon the dead, Death's conqueror to meet; And love, imperfect, man's best gift below, In heaven eternal rapture shall bestow!" AN AUGUST REVERIE. WRITTEN FOR THE RED ARMY. ] CHAPTER VIII _May 3rd._ A wild night, like.
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