Chapter XIV.
AT HOME AGAIN.
From every height our banners bright, their flashing folds display!
The trumpet’s tongue is jubilant with stirring notes today.
The cannon and the merry bells join with our vast array,
And sound a welcome home!
Ye have come from the battlefields of glory and of blood,
Where like a rock ye firmly met rebellion’s rushing flood,
Where o’er the traitors’ reeling ranks triumphantly ye stood,
To find a welcome home.
James B. Congdon.