My husband, must we part? the battle rages;
With fell intent the rebel host engages,
And thou wilt fall untimely in the strife:
Think, think upon thy orphans wildly weeping
No hand to guard their waking hours or sleeping;
And oh, what pangs await thy widowed wife!
Soldier.
Dear wife, it grieves my soul to leave thee lonely;
Thee have I loved, Heaven witness, and thee only,
And these sweet treasures which our union bless;