Of life imperiled for just cause—
Imperiled, and yet preserved;
While comrades, whom Duty as strongly nerved,
Whose wives were all as dear, lie low.
But these flags given, glad we go
To waiting homes with vindicated laws.
The Returned Volunteer to his Rifle.
Over the hearth—my father’s seat—
Repose, to patriot-memory dear,
Thou tried companion, whom at last I greet