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THE VOLUNTEER. |
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Permission of H. Wehrman. Arranged by J. C. Viereck.
The hour was sad, I left the maid,
A lingering1 farewell taking-; Her sighs and tears my steps delayed,
I thought her heart was breaking. In hurried words her name I blessed,
I breathed the vows that bind me, And to my heart in anguish pressed
The girl I left behind me.
Then to the East we bore away
To win a name in story, And, there, where dawns the sun of daj',
There dawned our sun of glory. Both blazed in noon on Manassas' plain,
Where, in the post assigned me, I shared the glory of that fight—
Sweet girl I left behind me!
Full many a name our banners bore
Of former deeds of daring— But they were of the days of yore,
In which we had no sharing; But now, our laurels freshly won,
With the old ones shall entwin'd be, Still worthy of our sires, each son,
Sweet girl I left behind me! |
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