Song of the Soldiers Wifes

 I 

At last! In sight of home again, 
Of home again; 
No more to range and roam again 
As at that bygone time? 
No more to go away from us 
And stay from us? - 
Dawn, hold not long the day from us, 
But quicken it to prime! 

II 

Now all the town shall ring to them, 
Shall ring to them, 
And we who love them cling to them 
And clasp them joyfully; 
And cry, "O much we'll do for you 
Anew for you, 
Dear Loves!--aye, draw and hew for you, 
Come back from oversea.
" 

III 

Some told us we should meet no more, 
Should meet no more; 
Should wait, and wish, but greet no more 
Your faces round our fires; 
That, in a while, uncharily 
And drearily 
Men gave their lives--even wearily, 
Like those whom living tires.
 

IV 

And now you are nearing home again, 
Dears, home again; 
No more, may be, to roam again 
As at that bygone time, 
Which took you far away from us 
To stay from us; 
Dawn, hold not long the day from us, 
But quicken it to prime!

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