Brave Boys Are They


Brave Boys are they by

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,
Though it be summer time,
We sit and talk of brothers abroad,
Forgetting the midnight 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 had bore.
Though the great trear-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, then bury them where
Our banner in triumph waves.

Item Information help

  • Item ID
  • DCMI Type
    Still Image
  • Creator
    Work, Henry C. (Henry Clay), 1832-1884
  • Title
  • Illustrated
  • Extent
    20 cm x 12.5 cm
  • Genre
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