SILENTLY the clouds of gray
Ere the dawning lighter grew,
And the night shrouds rolled away;
Others came of brighter hue,
Creamy flecks, as crystal spray
Fading in a sea of blue.
Minden slept in deep repose,
But in yonder village white,
Where the vague horizon grows
Fainter on the verge of night,
Lay encamped two mortal foes,
Eager for the morrow's fight.
The noisy river swept along,
Fair meadows stretched for miles around,
The early swallow's matin-song
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