 | Original Songs (1861) |  |
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THE PARTING HOUR.
I
I know thy heart is heaving, love,Thou'rt sad that I am leaving, love;
When duty calls,
Whate'er befalls,
Alas! 'tis useless grieving, love.
II
Where war's red beacon's shining, love,And brave men are combining, love,
That is my place,
Though thy sad face
Sends me away repining, love.
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III
Let not a trace of mourning, love,Be found on my returning, love.
If that should be,
Thou then wilt see
The fires of victory burning, love.
IV
My comrades now are all in, love,The bugle's sounding, “Fall in,” love;
Thou wilt not say
That I must stay
When Honour's voice is calling, love.
T. M.
| Original Songs (1861) | |