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the deserter.
"Wretch, to sympathy a stranger,
Did you deem my woes untrue?
Welcome death, and welcome danger,
Mother, when I've knelt by you!"
Did you deem my woes untrue?
Welcome death, and welcome danger,
Mother, when I've knelt by you!"
Gloriously broke in the morrow,
For 'twas summer, gladsome time,
As the way-worn child of sorrow
Journeyed on through nature's prime,
By the mountain wild and hoary,
Where no beaten track was seen,
On through glens, in summer glory
Richly, beautifully green.
For 'twas summer, gladsome time,
As the way-worn child of sorrow
Journeyed on through nature's prime,
By the mountain wild and hoary,
Where no beaten track was seen,
On through glens, in summer glory
Richly, beautifully green.
What to him the feathereds' singing?
What to him all nature's mirth—
Sunbeams through the foliage flinging
Spangles on the mossy earth—
As with sobs of bitter anguish
On the turf he sank to rest?
Danger nigh, to sleep he'd languish,
Faint and weary, and oppress'd.
What to him all nature's mirth—
Sunbeams through the foliage flinging
Spangles on the mossy earth—
As with sobs of bitter anguish
On the turf he sank to rest?
Danger nigh, to sleep he'd languish,
Faint and weary, and oppress'd.
To the shelter of a willow
The exhausted wand'rer crept;
Tears bedew'd his grassy pillow,
But at length, o'ercome, he slept:
Slept and dream'd—oh, glad that dreaming!
Present woes were far apart,
Where the golden sun was streaming
Did he roam in glee of heart.
The exhausted wand'rer crept;
Tears bedew'd his grassy pillow,
But at length, o'ercome, he slept:
Slept and dream'd—oh, glad that dreaming!
Present woes were far apart,
Where the golden sun was streaming
Did he roam in glee of heart.
