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WHERE ARMIES MET by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: I HEARD THE DISTANT SUMMONS LOUD
Last Line: THE SILENCE OF THE SHROUDING SNOW.
Subject(s): STORMS;
I heard the distant summons loud
To battle, from the crested Cloud,
The vaunting trumpet of the Gale,
The rattling musketry of Hail,
The sobbing of the Rain, and lo!
The silence of the shrouding Snow.



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