But this I see before I go—
A beauty blackening battle’s show;
Pictures of home in heart and brain
That blot and blank in my war’s refrain.
Home among vines and green fields,
Cattle and horses and sheep,
Husband and wife in the joy of their life,
Children that play, children that pray,
On the bosom a babe and its lullabied sleep.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! my baby, sleep!