BY HENRY KIRBY BENNER, U. S. A.
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PALO ALTO.
The army lay in quiet rest: for many a weary league
Had we marched in battle order, combating with fatigue;
But when Point Isabel arose between us and the sun,
And the evening gun exploded, we felt our toil was done,
And we laid us down in silence, and we slept without alarm,
Each soldier resting on the ground, with his head across his arm.