Elizabeth Margaret Chandler,
Poetical Works — The Soldier's Prayer
“ That met my ear, or thrill'd my heart, in moments long gone by.In vain with long and frequent draught of every wave I sip,— A quenchless and consuming thirst is ever on my lip! The very air that fans my cheek no blessed coolness brings,— A burning heat or chilling damp is ever on its wings. ”
