To Our Soldiers in Blue.strand Now the day-dream of peace lulls the soul into slumber. The red hand of strife is at rest in the land, And our souls unto God breathe in prayers without number. The sharp pangs at parting from those whom we cherished Are eased, and our bosoms may peacefully rest. Our prayers and our tears for the dear ones who perished. All praise unto God whom our cause has so blest. The fair isle of Cuba lay prostrate in grief, Her liberty strangled by Spain's tyrant hand; But our brave boys rushed manfully to the relief And now she stands free as our own blessed land. To the flower of our hope, to our soldiers in blue, A welcome, glad welcome, again to our home. All honor and glory forever be due. In triumph our conquering heroes have come. 'Tis enough, we have peace, and our brave boys, before us, Return to the hearts who have loved them so true. 'Triumphant they bear that proud flag, stream- ing o'er us. All hail to the cause of the Red White and Blue! __Colfax Burgoyne Harman |
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)
Pages 120-121
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