Our Boys Are Coming Home

Thank God. the sky is clearing ! Tlie clouds are hurrying past I Thank God, the day is nearing ! The dawn is coming fast. And when glad herald voice Shall toll U3 peace has come, This tliought shall most rejoice us : " Our boys are coming homo ! " Boon shall the voice of singing Drowti wars tremendous din f oon shall the joy-bells' ringing Bring peaco and freedom in. The jubilee bonfires burning, Shall soon light up the dome, And oon, to soothe our yearning, Our boys are coming homo. The vacant flresitle places Have waited for them long ; The love-light lacke their faoes, The chorus waits their song ; A shadowy fear has baunted The long-deserted room ; Eut now our prayers are granted, Our boys are coming home ! O, mother, calmly waiting For that beloved son ! O, sister, proudly dating The victories he iias won 1 O, maiden, softly humming The loïe-song while you roam- ioy, joy, the boys are coming - üur boys are coming home ! And yet,- O, keenest orrow ! They're coming, but not all ; Full many a dark to-morrow Shall wear its sable pall For thousands who are sleeping Beneath the empurpled loam ; Woe ! woe ! for thoae wë're weeping, Who never will come home ! O, sad heart, hush thy grieving ; Wait but a little while ! With boping and believing Thy woe and fear beguile. Wait for thejoyous meeting Beynnd the starry dome, For there our boys are waiting To iid us vvelcome home.