The Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, Ohio) 1853-1861, 1858-03-25
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COME HOME, DEAR BROTHERS
ny CART. II. ". n'KiNLSV.


o. bro.hers dear your sister calls tis tmo for you to
come
From the golden land of ophir to your mother and
your home;
Your sister dear has mourned for YOU since first you
went away,
And your mothers passed no dreamess night, or
knew an easy day.
Don't think that We reproach you with the trouble
We freely bravcly bear Il all to SEQ your face once
more;
Aud thcres nothing but the gladusss aud the love
within our heart
That we will soon strike hands again ani neyor Rcpsr
part. ... .s.r ..t
How of, at morn we thiak OF you as at tbs board we
How oft at night wo fancy we hear your coming foot
But ah! then comes remembrance, and our hearts are
very sad
o. hasten home, dear brothers. and make all so
glad.
We would gladly bear your patient TOLL in search for
giitterng dust;
We bear you in prayers above, whore gold will
heverr rust;
Your home yet pleasant and your friends arc ye,
o, hasten home, dear brothers wo would gladly have
you here.
Dear brothers. you remember we'll our dear old willow
trees,
Whose long, luxurant branches moanod with the
Your only sister has her swing beneath their soolng
shade
o. hasten brothers to her side before the leaflets fado
Hor treasured hopes and orisous like pcrr,mod in.
cense RISE
To God who watches o'er you, aud roisucth In the
skies;
Her vespers rcmblo in the dew on the doorstep OF
your home
o. hasten to our altar to your sister and your home
H,y, ,,P
Have we within your fathors house. our tender heart.
t. move;
Your portraits on the table. how they rejoice our
heart,
O, hasten homs dear brothers and mover from u,
part.
Do the miners around you with true hasrts and
loving hand?
Do they comfort and console you when you sckcn in
that land?
EIavo they pleasant smiles to greet you, and silver
words to bnd2
Have they hearts moro fond and loyal than the two
you left behind?
The old homestead is still dear your fathers gray,
is green.
And the wild brar at my window is the prottie.
The rose bush and tho lilac will soon put on thei
bloom
0, hasten. brothers, hasten to your dear old happy
home.
Your home had always plenty, your fathers hous,
was stored
With the fatness of pentoous land, which smoked
upon his board;
But ambitions noble impulse--an independent mind
Took you away so far from home, and left US sat
behint.
The long long years that you've been gono no poaa
ant months have had,
The songs of birds, the flowers of spring. longe
make us gad
And all the happy sounds we hear havo learned
mournful tone,
To thrill upon heart chords now, since our dea
boys have gone.
Twill be lonesome path indeed. to travol this worl'
through,
Without your presence by the way your love de.l
and true;
But God who guards the sparrow Is whispering yol
to COME
o. hasten, brothers, hasten to your mother and you
homo.
The pleasant spring again has come, the grass vii
soon be green,
And thousand memories OF tho past gild the impres
Wore looking for you daily-0, brothers, won't yo
come
To tho hearthstone Of your childhood your sister, an
your home?
The House, the Barn. the Orchard, and tho dear ol
Garden too,
How much they all remind us of happiness with you
| Your fay'rte grays adown tho lawn are prancing |
! their pride-
Come home, dear brothers, hasten homo, and lot u
| take ride
| SToNy RIDGE, March. 1858.