Song of the Soldiers’ Wives
At last! In sight of home again,Of home again;No more to range and roam againAs at that bygone time?No more to go away from usAnd stay from us?—Dawn, hold not long the day from us,But quicken it to prime!
Now all the town shall ring to them,Shall ring to them,And we who love them cling to themAnd clasp them joyfully;And cry, “O much we’ll do for youAnew for you,Dear Loves!—aye, draw and hew for you,Come back from oversea.”
Some told us we should meet no more,Should meet no more;Should wait, and wish, but greet no moreYour faces round our fires;That, in a while, uncharilyAnd drearilyMen gave their lives—even wearily,Like those whom living tires.
And now you are nearing home again,Dears, home again;No more, may be, to roam againAs at that bygone time,Which took you far away from usTo stay from us;Dawn, hold not long the day from us,But quicken it to prime!
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