...morning I dreamed it again. "Methought from tho battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roamed on a desolate track ; Twas autumn, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers that welcomed me back. " I flew to the pleasant fields, traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And twice ere the cock crew * I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far,...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. 3. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'T...

...'Till nature and innshine disclos'd the sweet way To the houee of my father, that welcom'd me back. 'Twas Autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. Thirteenth line:— I flew to the pleasant fields travelled go oft. I flew to the...

...die. When reposmg that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the cock crew* I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roamed...

...fu;riiyt that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, Aud thrice ere tin; morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track; 'Twas autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

...reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain, At tiie dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the cock crew* I dreamed it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far, I had roamed...

...sky; And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered, The weary to sleep, and the wounded to die. At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw ; And twice ere the cock-crow I dreamt it again. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-searing...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw. And...the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track : 'Twas autumn,— and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...