The Volunteer

ï- ♦ ■ I scuglit Hiy lovo hist """" eve; She wotched the troops defiling by; Tho glancing bayoneta abone less bright, Tuan shone the war-light of her eye. I st t ove to gain her èUT awhile ; She spoke to me with cool disdain : " Üh, toar you tlien the battlc toil, Or to be mingled with the slain? Hast tnrricd here so long to win, Thou carpet, knight, thy heard't dosire? Dost lovo me? Haute to provo it ihon, Ay! prove thy love 'noath Southern fire!" She ceaaed 1it look was chilly cold: Her wordi ftwofce me from iny dioatn ; I 8aw ihiit women love Tiot gold, Ad love they patriotic famo. Oh ! bittor oolil mv love can ba, As winter'a Iroats in Acadie ! II. I stand to-night on iraiisporfs deck ; Around me erowd m . comrades W But few ol uh. I trow will reek Vlio staya b-jhind as H' me Guard bold. "Wre carry wilh us bannets brave ; We carry oiher tokens dear ; All tiifts to us from thoae we leav; We cave behind us many a tear! Theipiril boils witliin oiir veins Tbat slin'd oui' fatheis' veins of yore ; The brave blcod o'er cur hearls still roigns, That in the. old days brave sons bore. I partèd from my luvu this eve; Her burniiii; arins iny neok still feels ; Htr kissos on my lips shall leave bloom onK death oancssls: Oh ' glowiiig wnrm my love cao be, As lammer s sun in Acadie 1