Brother's Fainting at the Door.
Yonder comes a weary soldier,
With falt'ring steps across the moor;
Mem'ries of the past steal o'er me;
He totters to the cottage-door.
Look! my hear? cannot deceive me:
'Tis one we deemed on earth no more,
Call mother, haste, do not tarry,
For brother's fainting at the door.
Kindly greet the weary soldier,
Words of comfort may restore.
You may have an absent brother
Fainting at a stranger's door.
Tell us, brother, of the battle,
Why you were numbered with the slain;
We, who thought you lost forever,
Now clasp you to our arms again;
Oh! may others share the blessing,
Which heaven kindly keeps in store:
May they meet their absent loved ones,
Ay, e'en though fainting at the door.-Chorus.
I was wounded and a pris'ner,
Our ranks were broken, forced to fly,
Thrown within a gloomy dungeon,
Away from friends, alone to die.
Still the hope was strong within me,
A cherished hope that would restore:
I have lived, by heavens blessing,.
To meet my loved ones at the door.- Chorus.