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When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain;At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again.
Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track:'Twas Autumn,—and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back.
I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was young;I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung.
Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore, From my home and my weeping friends never to part;My little ones kissed me a thousand times o'er, And my wife sobbed aloud in her fulness of heart.
Stay, stay with us,—rest, thou art weary and worn; And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay:—But sorrow returned with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away.
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