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THE SOLDIER'S THOUGHT OF HOME AT THE END OF THE WAR.
The storm arose, but now is past,
And left behind the calm of joy;
It came, but was not long to last,
To conquer or destroy.
And left behind the calm of joy;
It came, but was not long to last,
To conquer or destroy.
I never shall in life forget,
Through future years of time to come;
And do not now the rout regret,
Tho' far away from home.
Through future years of time to come;
And do not now the rout regret,
Tho' far away from home.
'Tis true, I love the thought of home,
No less I love to fight a foe;
Resolved to wear the glorious plume,
Wherever I may go.
No less I love to fight a foe;
Resolved to wear the glorious plume,
Wherever I may go.
Beware, I love the ladies too,
And smile on every female bloom;
Still in the field, I must be true,
And fight for friends at home.
And smile on every female bloom;
Still in the field, I must be true,
And fight for friends at home.
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I love to talk of things long past,
'Tis both a pleasure and a pain;
But pleasure is but short to last,
For time soon breaks its chain.
'Tis both a pleasure and a pain;
But pleasure is but short to last,
For time soon breaks its chain.
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