THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

Digger (Invercargill RSA), Issue 11, 28 May 1920, Page 6

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

Our bugles sang truce — for the night cloud had lower'd, And the sentinel stars set their watct in the sky ; And thousands had sunk on the grovind overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the ivoundedta die. When reposing that night 'on my psiMj of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guardeij the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vistl I saw, And thrice ere the xnorning I drean.t ' again, Methought from the battle field s f ul array Far, far I had roamed on a desos* track : 'Twas autumn, — and sunshine 21 t!'c c , the way , To the home of my fathers, that * j comed me back. , j 1 flew to tlie pleasant fieids. t>a^e j so oft, In life's morning march, w'ien j bosom was young ; X heard my own mountam-goa aloft, . , |jn And knew tlie sweet strani cornreapers sung. ^ Then pledged we the vine "l fondly I swore . ^ ,;.ierl(jj From my home aaid my weep"iE never to part; thollf3^ My little ones kiss'd me a times o'er, , fuliVtS And my wife sobb'd alon 111 of heart. . (]ip!1 ^ Stay, stay with ui,-,es ' weary and woxn; , g0ldi«r And gain was tbeir war-broae to stay;— ^ But sorrow returned of morn, _ dl.eaniiog ^ 1 And the voice in melted away.