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Walt Whitman - An Army Corps On The March
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WITH its cloud of skirmishers in advance,
With now the sound of a single shot, snapping like a whip, and now an
         irregular volley,
The swarming ranks press on and on, the dense brigades press on;
Glittering dimly, toiling under the sun—the dust-cover`d men,
In columns rise and fall to the undulations of the ground,
With artillery interspers`d—the wheels rumble, the horses sweat,
As the army corps advances.
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