Ethel Lynn Beers (Ethelinda Eliot) ( 2 of 2 )
All quiet along the Potomac they say
Except now and then a stray picket
Is shot as read more
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.
Art thou a pen, whose task shall be
To drown in ink
What writers think?
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Art thou a pen, whose task shall be
To drown in ink
What writers think?
Oh, wisely write,
That pages white
Be not the worse for ink and thee.
