2:00:00
Twilight is here.
2:00:03
My days of old have vanished
tone and tint,
2:00:09
they have gone glimmering through
the dreams of things that were.
2:00:15
Their memory is one...
2:00:18
of wondrous beauty...
2:00:20
watered by tears
and coaxed and caressed...
2:00:23
by the smiles
of yesterday.
2:00:26
I listen vainly
but with thirsty ear...
2:00:29
for the witching melody...
2:00:32
of faint bugles
blowing reveille,
2:00:35
of far drums
beating the long roll.
2:00:40
In my dreams,
I hear the crash of guns,
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the rattle of musketry,
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the strange
mournful mutter...
2:00:49
of the battlefield.
2:00:55
But in the evening
of my memory...
2:00:59
always I return...
2:01:03
to West Point.
2:01:06
Always there echoes
and re-echoes...
2:01:10
duty...
2:01:13
honor...
2:01:15
country.
2:01:23
Today...
2:01:25
marks my final roll call
with you.
2:01:31
But I want you to know
that when I cross the river...
2:01:35
my last
conscious thoughts...
2:01:41
will be of the Corps...
2:01:47
and the Corps...
2:01:51
and the Corps.
2:01:59
I bid you...