Our Soldiers' Welcome Home

Brouzed ni d bal: e:e I and covered with scars, Dressed in tlieir fuded uniform, Liiting aloit ilie standard of tars, They bore tbrough the battle slorm, ïruudly they inaich in the graud review Under the cloudless arcji of blue, Through the clipering street Thoir tmmiiihiuit feet Keep step With the drum ; Lciully shouting they come, They have charged n the face of the foe, Thionght hot tempest of shot and shell, Wbe'u the war clöuda were haiirfiiig low, And the red rain in torreuts feil, i.8apin througlit sharp liedges of lire, Up lipjiurly niounds and parapeta liigher. vV'itli the banners they bear Through the jubilant air, Giving back to the sky The stars blazing high. They have marched through the swamps of the South, And forded treacherous streams, They liave looked down the canuon's mouth. By the light of ils sulphur gleams, ' Wlieu the sky rang like a funeral bell Over their brave comrades that bravely feil On flold and redoubt, And vu-re mustered out ; On the red iield of fiery strife, God mustered theui uito eternal life.