Song of the Soldier's Wifes.

Thomas Hardy, was a Scottish Minister, Moderator of the General Assembly of the Church of Scotland and Professor of Eccesiastical History at Edinburgh University.






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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