And the bride that he left? What needs it to say
Her doom was a woman’s,—to watch, wait and pray.
The heat of the struggle nerves man for the strife,
But bitter at home is her battle of life,
When far from the conflict, unheeded, alone,
Her brain in a flame, but her heart like a stone,
She patiently waits to hear one life is won,
Or silently prays to say—His will be done!
The Conquering Hero comes again.