lament for nathaniel m'lain.
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Yea, ever 'mid the thickest fight—
The bravest of the brave—
Willing to share a soldier's fate,
Or fill a soldier's grave.
The bravest of the brave—
Willing to share a soldier's fate,
Or fill a soldier's grave.
But thou wert spared amid it all,
To see thy home once more;
Yea, borne on Neptune's friendly waves,
Didst reach thy native shore:
And loving friends, and tender ones,
Came forth thy steps to greet,—
Oh, it was joy, the dearest joy,
Those early friends to meet!
To see thy home once more;
Yea, borne on Neptune's friendly waves,
Didst reach thy native shore:
And loving friends, and tender ones,
Came forth thy steps to greet,—
Oh, it was joy, the dearest joy,
Those early friends to meet!
Our gray-haired sire beside thee stood,
While pride thrilled through his breast,
Murmured thy name in tender tones—
And, brother, thou wert blest:
Our mother, too, oh! who can tell
The deep unselfish love
That thrilled each fiber of her soul,
As angels thrill above!
While pride thrilled through his breast,
Murmured thy name in tender tones—
And, brother, thou wert blest:
Our mother, too, oh! who can tell
The deep unselfish love
That thrilled each fiber of her soul,
As angels thrill above!
