The Widowed Sword

They have sent me the sword tlat my brave boy wore. On the field of hig young renown - On the last red field, wheré liis fate was sealed, And the sunoi' his duys went dowu. Away with the tears That ara blinding me so ; There ia joy in his years, Though his young head below; And I'll gaze with a solemn delight evermore On the sword tliat my brave boy wore. 'Twas for freedom and liome that I gave him away, Like the sous of his race of old ; And though. aged and gmy, I am childless Iliis ilay, He is dearer a thousand fold. There's glory above him ïo haUow His name - A land that will love him Who dled lor its iiime ; And a solace will ahiue, wlien my old heart is sore, Round the sword that my brave boy wore. All so noble, so true- how they stood, how they feil In the battle, the plague and the cold ; Oh, as bravely and well as e'er story could teil, Of the flowers of the héroes of old. Like a sword through the foe Was that fearful attack, That so bright ere the blow Comes so bloody back ; Vnd foremost amone them his colors he bore, V 1 1 1 liereis the sword that my brave boy wore. 'X was kind of hla eomrades, he knew not hov." kind, It is more than the tnclies to me ; Ye know not huw kind, and how steadfast of niind Ihe soldier to soVroW rnn be. They knew well liow lonely - - Huw grievously wicnig, Is thelioan liiat rta only Loves loses so youag ; nd they elosel his dark eyes when the battle was o'er, And sent his old father the sword that he wore.