Brave Boys Are They
H. DE MARSAN, Publisher, 54 Chatham Street, New-York.
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 the fire-side.
Though 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,
Pillowed 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 dust.