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THE SOLDIER'S BRIDE.
T last the dread cloud that hung over the gorgesHas sailed to the west and extinguished the sun;
At last, mid the mountains, war's thunderbolt-forges
Have ceased their loud labor; all fighting is done.
"My dearest, shrink not!" murmured he, when we parted,
"But pray that Jehovah our freemen may shield;
And if I should perish, be not heavy-hearted."
In haste, then, he kissed me and sped to the field.
"But pray that Jehovah our freemen may shield;
And if I should perish, be not heavy-hearted."
In haste, then, he kissed me and sped to the field.
So I have been calm, never weeping nor sighing,
While, yonder, my love rode in martial array;
The battle-tide breasting, or wounded, or dying;
With cheers sweeping on, or borne down in the fray.
While, yonder, my love rode in martial array;
The battle-tide breasting, or wounded, or dying;
With cheers sweeping on, or borne down in the fray.
