Page:Soldiers dream.pdf/2

 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM

Our bugles had sung, for the night cloud had lower'd And the sentinel stars set the watch in the sky, And thousands had sunk on the ground overpower'd, The weary to sleep, and she wounded to die.

When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot, and guarded the slain, As the end of the sight a sweet vision I saw, And twice e'er the cock crew, I dreamt it again

Methought from the battle field's dreadful array, Far far I had roam d on a desolate track, Till nature and sunshine di c the sweet ways, To the house of my father, that welcom'd me back.

I flew to the pleasant fields, travelled so oft, In life's morning march, when my bosom was you I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft,