The World Was Husht, The Moon Above Sailed Thro' Ether Slowly, When Near The Casement Of My Love, Thus I Whispered Lowly,-- "Awake, Awake, How Canst Thou Sleep? "The Field I Seek To-Morrow "Is One Where Man Hath Fame To Reap, "And Woman Gleans But Sorrow." "Let Battle'S Field Be What It May. Thus Spoke A Voice Replying, "Think Not Thy Love, While Thou'Rt Away, "Will Sit Here Idly Sighing. "No--Woman'S Soul, If Not For Fame, "For Love Can Brave All Danger! Then Forth From Out The Casement Came A Plumed And Armed Stranger. A Stranger? No; 'Twas She, The Maid, Herself Before Me Beaming, With Casque Arrayed And Falchion Blade Beneath Her Girdle Gleaming! Close Side By Side, In Freedom'S Fight, That Blessed Morning Found Us; In Victory'S Light We Stood Ere Night, And Love The Morrow Crowned Us!