The Picket Guard

by Ethel Lynn Beers

a poem

also known as: “All Quiet Along the Potomac”

first published in in Harper’s Weekly, November 30, 1861

published in All Quiet Along the Potomac and other poems, Page 13
by Philadelphia: Porter & Coates, 1879

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“ALL quiet along the Potomac,” they say, “Except, now and then, a stray picket Is shot, as he walks on his beat to and fro, By a rifleman hid in the thicket. ’Tis nothing—a private or two now and then Will not count in the news of the battle ; Not an officer lost—only one of the men Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle.” ***** All quiet along the Potomac to-night, Where the soldiers lie peacefully dreaming ; Their tents, in the rays of the clear autumn moon Or the light of the watch-fire, are gleaming. A tremulous sigh of the gentle night-wind Through the forest-leaves softly is creeping, While stars up above, with their glittering eyes, Keep guard, for the army is sleeping. There’s only the sound of the lone sentry’s tread As he tramps from the rock to the fountain, And thinks of the two in the low trundle-bed Far away in the cot on the mountain. His musket falls slack ; his face, dark and grim, Grows gentle with memories tender As he mutters a prayer for the children asleep— For their mother ; may Heaven defend her ! The moon seems to shine just as brightly as then, That night when the love yet unspoken Leaped up to his lips—when low-murmured vows Were pledged to be ever unbroken. Then drawing his sleeve roughly over his eyes, He dashes off tears that are welling, And gathers his gun closer up to its place, As if to keep down the heart-swelling. He passes the fountain, the blasted pine tree, The footstep is lagging and weary ; Yet onward he goes through the broad belt of light, Toward the shade of the forest so dreary. Hark! was it the night-wind that rustled the leaves ? Was it moonlight so wondrously flashing ? It looked like a rifle—“ Ha ! Mary, good-bye ! ” The red life-blood is ebbing and plashing. All quiet along the Potomac to-night, No sound save the rush of the river ; While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead— The picket’s off duty for ever !

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