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226 And I came to the home that will ay be home,

And brightly the fires did burn,

And at hearth, and in hearts, was a place for me

'Gainst the day that I should return.

Then I came to the glade where my mother was laid,

'Neath the cypress and the yew:

And she stood abune, and she said, "My son,

I am glad that your heart was true."

And I passed me over both hill and down,

By each well-remembered path,

While the blessèd dawn, like the love o' God,

Stole over the sleeping Strath.

And from a thorn came the pipe of a thrush,

Like the first faint pipes of Peace:

It slid with healing into my heart,

And my sorrowing found surcease.

Then I awoke to the sound of guns,

And in my ears was the cry:

"The Second Relief will stand to arms!"

And I rose—for that man was I.

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