THE VETERAN'S REVERIE.
AS I gaze into the glimmering flames
A vision sweet in their light I see,
'Tis the memory of a fair young face
Which the passage of years divides from me.
A vision sweet in their light I see,
'Tis the memory of a fair young face
Which the passage of years divides from me.
Ah! yes, 'twas fifty years ago,
My hair was brown above the brow;
My hand was as strong as iron then,
Though it trembles feebly now.
My hair was brown above the brow;
My hand was as strong as iron then,
Though it trembles feebly now.
Ah! Margaret, your hair was gold,
Your eyes two sparks of heaven's blue,
In all the Southland's sunny plain,
Ne'er was there such a maid as you.
Your eyes two sparks of heaven's blue,
In all the Southland's sunny plain,
Ne'er was there such a maid as you.
I loved her, and we wedded were,
She was the light which lit my life,
But I rode away at my country's call
To fight for the Union in the strife.
She was the light which lit my life,
But I rode away at my country's call
To fight for the Union in the strife.
