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THE SOLDIER AT HOME.
From noise of camps once more I come, To snatch from care a short repose ;
All hail thou tranquil much lov'd home, That war nor dread misfortune knows.
Thus, far remov'd from hostile bands, May'st thou heart-pleasing home remain;
Curs'd be the murderous foreign hands That dare with blood thy bosom stain.