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Carefully packed and marked “supplies,”
While we looked on with sad surprise,
To see our goods “annexed.”
But I suddenly from my dreams awoke,
As a distant sound of thunder broke
Upon my startled ear;
And I looked around, but the foe was gone,
My dream of “Border War” was done;
While the Falling Spring went singing on,
O'er the Falls in accents clear.
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Van Nostrand. New York, New York. 1862.
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