And what is home, and where, but with the loving
Happy thou art, that so canst gaze on thine!
My spirit feels but, in its weary roving,
That with the dead, where’er they be, is mine,
Go to thy home, rejoicing son and brother!
Bear in fresh gladness to the household scene!
For me, too, watch the sister and the mother,
I well believe—but dark seas roll between.
THE SOLDIER’S DEATH-BED.
“Wie herrlich die Sonne dort untergeht! da ich noch ein Bube war—war’s mein Lieblingsgedanke, wie sie zu leben, wie sie zu sterben!”