Dear Ones, I Am Coming Home!
Published by Chas. Magnus, 12 Frankfort St. N.Y.
Dear Ones, I am Coming Home!
For a time the strife is ended,
Northward now my steps I bend—
Seeing in the distance splendid
Loving kindred, home and friend—
In the horrid din of Battle—
And where’er my footsteps roam—
Oft I hear my childrens prattle,
Dear ones - I am coming home!
Wife—no longer pale with watching—
Soon I’ll clasp you to my breast,
While on furlough gladly catching
Blissful peace and needed rest:
Oh! h w oft on picket lonely,
Did my thought’s to Mary roam!
Her I lov’d and lov’d and love so, only—
Dear ones! I am coming home!
Now I see my cottage glancing
Down among the Orchard trees;
And my native stream is dancing,
And I feel the northern breeze—
Back from Battle—wounded—weary—
Love shall soothe each ling’ring pain—
To my children and my Mary—
Dear ones—I am coming home!