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A Soldier's Dream A weary soldier closed his eyes And fell asleep on Britain's shore, And as he lay beneath the sky, Untroubled by the bomber's roar, He dreamt a genie took his hand And whisked him over sea and land, Above the clouds o'er peak and plain And brought him safely home again. He saw that mighty land once more Where purple mountains touched the sky; He heard Niagra's awesome roar And watched the falls rush swiftly by. He saw the snow upon the hill And felt its sting upon his cheek; He gazed upon a woodland rill That flowed into a swollen creek Which joined hands with a sparkling stream; He watched the rippling waters flow Beneath the pale moon's silver beams And join a river far below. He saw a land where violet prairies Stretched wherever one might pass, Where countless cows in endless dairies Grazed upon the fresh spring grass; Where yellow cornfields dressed the highways In bright checkered suits of gold; Where happy children searching byways Filled the air with bliss untold.
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