For what it’s worth. The final three stanzas of the poem are the Money-Read Quotes:

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Thoughts on Fort Marcy
by Lillian Money-Read
(Published in the The Washington Post, April 12, 1936)

. . . My dog bounds down and leaves a darkened trail

Along the silvered hillside, wild with mirth,

His mouth is spread, his limpid eyes a-shine,

His muzzle wet with brown, sweet-smelling earth.

On fair Fort Marcy, thus I dream today.

And hear the swollen creek rush to the river,

With muffled roar like a dreadful battle din

Which made, of old, these frightened forests shiver!

Ah, bright the ferns that clothe these silent moats,

And sweet the lanes where walked the sentinel,

Yet scarce a flower springs on this haunted ground

But marks the place where some young soldier fell!