Part 6 (1/2)

HOME! HOME!

Home! Home!

Man may roam While the blood of life is br.i.m.m.i.n.g, While the head's with glory swimming; But, when Love and Life are over, Bring him to the village clover, Home! Home!

Home! Home!

Bring him home, Where the songs of sad hearts shrive him, Where remorse no more shall rive him, Where the ever weeping willow Moults to make its leaves his pillow, Home! Home!

Home! Home!

He is home, Where his song was ever sounding, Where his blood was ever bounding, Here, at last, he leaves his madness, All his love and all his sadness, Home! Home!

THE CUSTER WAIL.

Dead! Where the bold and brave Blend in one b.l.o.o.d.y grave; Dead! With no coward clay Weltering in gore that day.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! With his boys in blue, Baptized in b.l.o.o.d.y dew.

Dead! Where his enemy Fled from his fearless eye.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Like a meteor, Flashed o'er the field of war.

Dead! With immortal pride, Glorious and glorified.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the captives sing Saved by his rifle's ring.

Dead! Where the painted brave Bled by his gory glaive.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the feathered game Fell at his deadly aim.

Dead! Where the buffalo Found him a gallant foe.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the prairie steed Vainly exerts his speed.

Dead! Where the antlered stag Dies on the dizzy crag.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the valleys sink Low to the river's brink.

Dead! Where the mountains spring Higher than eagle's wing.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the solar glows Eastward and upward rose.

Dead! Where the evening's gold Westward and downward rolled.

Dead! Dead! Ah!--Dead to me.

Dead! Where the streamy vales Murmur their tender tales.