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But what 's the use of talking- thus ?
We'll try to be content; And if they cannot come to us
A message may be sent. And that 's one comfort, anyway;
For though we are apart, There is no reason why we may
Not open heart to heart.
We trust it may soon come
To a final test; We want to see our Southern homes
Secured in peaceful rest. But if the blood of those we love
In freedom's cause must flow, With fervent trust in God above,
We bid them onward go.
And we will watch them as they g-o,
And cheer them on their way : Our arms shall be their resting-place
When wounded sore they lay. Oh ! if the sons of Southern soil
For freedom's cause must die, Her daughters ask no dearer boon
Than by their side to lie.