Brave Boys Are They

A. W. Auner, Stationer & Printer, 45 North Ninth St., Phila., Pa.

Brave Boys Are They

Heavily falls the rain
Wild are the breezes to-night;
But ‘neath the roof, the hours as they fly,
Are happy, and calm, and bright.
Gathering round our fireside,
Tho’ it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad
Forgetting the mid-night chime.

Under the homestead roof
Nestled so cozy and warm,
While soldiers sleep, with little or naught
To shelter them from the storm.
Resting on grassy couches,
Pillow’d on hillocks damp;
Of martial fare, how little we know,
Till brothers are in the camp.

Thinking no less of them,
Loving our country the more,
We sent them forth to fight for the flag
Their fathers before them bore.
Though the great tear-drops started,
This was our parting trust,
God bless you boys! we’ll welcome you home
When rebels are in the dust.

May the bright wings of love
Guard them wherever they roam;
The time has come when brothers must fight,
And sisters must pray at home.
Oh! the dread field of battle!
Soon to be strewn with graves!
If brothers fall, them bury them where
Our banner in triumph waves.

Music Published byH. M. HIGGINS, 117 Randolph Street, Chicago.

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