Gone To The War

Our boy has gone to the war, Our home is dark and durab, 0, iroudly lie niarclied in the ranks, With büglc and beating drum. I sit with emptied haiidsj I listen, and gaze afar; Lite shrinks to a single thought, Our boy has gono to the war. I pray as thousands pray For darlings as dcar as he, Our boy lias gone to the war, 0, wiiat is his fare to be ! 0, what is his i'ate to be, The death wound, the batlle scar, The hospital couih, the wasting march, The glory, or woe of war ! Oor boy has gone to the war ; I'm sorry the Spartan blood, That should urge hita bravely on, Kuns low iu in y womanhood. I'm sorry the Spartan blood, Is fainting for life to live ; Instead of the grand huzza, I'd ouly my tears to give. Our boy has gone to the war ! In dream-houi'S long and lone, I lie and think on the soldier's beat, How the midnight vatch has flown. In the chamber cuol I weep To know I'm the sheltered one, While our brave boy niarclies with wounded feet, Under thepiteous sun, il y God ! he h.is gone to the war ! He marched iway with the men I gave liini the ring from my hand, I blessed him,l kissedhim - andthen - Then, the rerord's alone with God, Tiie sacrament "f pain, The anguish which said ; For the land we lcive We give our lamb to be slain. 0, the marching, moaning men, O, the brutal hellowing guns, 0, the gory flelds where the land lies red With the blood of her slaughtei ed sous1? How long, 0, Lord, how long, How long bcf"ie TnE Day ! Mow long ere Thine angel of peaceshall COiUP, And brothers cease to slay 1 M. C. A.