Brother's Fainting at the Door
H. DE MARSAN. DEALER IN SONGS TOY-BOOKS &C. No. 54 CHATHAM. N.Y.
BROTHER’S fainting at the door.
Yonder comes a weary soldier,
With falt’ring steps across the moor;
Mem’ries of the past steal o’er me:
He totters to the cottage-door.
Look! my heart can not deceive me:
’Tis one we deemed on earth no more;
Call Mother, haste, do not tarry:
For, Brother’s fainting at the door.
Tell us, Brother, of the battle,
Why you were numbered with the slain;
We, who thought you lost for ever,
Now clasp you to our arms again;
Oh! may others share the blessing,
Which Heaven kindly keeps in store:
May they meet their absent loved ones,
Ay, e’en though fainting at the door!
I was wounded and a pris’ner,
Our ranks were broken, forced to fly;
Thrown within a gloomy dungeon,
Away from friends, alone to die..
Still the hope was strong within me,
A cherished hope that would restore;
I have lived, by Heaven’s blessing,
To meet my loved ones at the door.