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THOMAS STARR KING. OBIIT MARCH 4, 1864

Came the relief. "What, sentry, ho!

How passed the night through thy long waking?"

"Cold, cheerless, dark—as may befit

The hour before the dawn is breaking."

"No sight? no sound?" "No; nothing save

The plover from the marshes calling,

And in yon western sky, about

An hour ago, a star was falling."

"A star? There's nothing strange in that."

"No, nothing; but, above the thicket,

Somehow it seemed to me that God

Somewhere had just relieved a picket."