TRUTH AND TERROR.
"In slumbers of midnight the sailor-boy lay,
His hammock swung loose at the sport of the wind;
But watch-worn and weary, his cares flew away,
And visions of happiness danced o'er his mind."
"And how the sprites of injured men
Shriek upward from the sod;
Ay! how the ghostly hand will point
To show the burial
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