Poems (Schiller)/This war
THIS WAR
Oh, would this war was over, This long, this bloody strifeWhich has very cruelly ended Many a brave warrior's life!
A sister has lost a brother, And now she may but mournFor the youth so young and noble Who will nevermore return.
A wife is made a widow, And now she long may weepFor her brave and manly husband Who in southern soil doth sleep.
A child has lost its father, And often through the dayIn its innocence it wonders Why "Pa don't come to see his May."
A rebel ball has pierced his heart That heart that was so true.(Unfinished.)Composed at Irving Female College, April, 1864.