The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1863-08-26
Che Castalian funnt.
Published by Reqvest.l
COME HOME, DEAR BRoTHERS'
by D. N M'KrSLEY, ESQ.

tWriaen at he request Of NY c.tscmed friend, h" p.
Hocdrd, and addressed 10 her bctored brothers,
Sanford and Orange, ~ Cafyornid.
o Sanford, dear and Orange, love It's time for
From the golden land of ophr, to your mother and
Your sister dear has mourncd for you since first
YOU went away,
And your mothers passed no drcau,less night, or
knew no easy day.
Don't think that We rcproach you with the trouble
that we bore
We freely, bravey bear it all, to see your face
once more;
And there's nothing but the glajncss and the love
That we will soon strike hands again, and never,
never part.
How Oft at morn we think of you, as at the board
we meet!
How oft at night we fancy We hear your coming
fectl
But ah then comes remembrance, and our hearts
are very sad;
Oh hasten home, dear brothers, and make US all
SO gladl
We would gladly bear your patient toll, in search
of glittering dust
We bear you in our prayers above, where geld
will never rust;
Your home is yet so pleasant and your friends
yet so dear
Oh hasten home dear brothers we would gladly
have you here.
Dear brothers YOU remember we'll our dear old
willow trees,
Whose long luxuriant branches moaned with the
evening breeze;
Your only sister has her swing beneath their
cooling shade
Oh hastcn brothers, to her side, before the leaf
lets fade.
Her treasured hopes and orisons, like pcrfumed
incense, rise
To God, who watches DER you, aud reigncth in
the skies;
Her vcspers tremble in the dew, on the door step
of your home
Oh! hasten to our altar, to your sister, and your
home.
How many sweet mcmcntOes and memories of your
love
Have we within your fathers house, our tender
hearts to move!
Your portraits DER the table, how they rejoice the
heart!
Oh hasten home, dear brothers, and never from,
us part.
Do the miners come around you, with true heart
and loving hand?
Do they comfort aud console you, when you sicken
in that land?
Have they pleasant smiles to greet you, and silver
Nave they hearts more fond and loyal than the two
you left behind?
The old homestead is just the samc-your fathers
grave is green,
And the wild dbrilr at my window is the prctticst
The rose-bush and the lilac will put on their
bloom
| Oh hasten brothers, hasten to your dear old
happy home.
Your home had always plenty, your fathers house
stored
| With the fatncss of pleneOuS land, that smoked
| up his board
But Ambitions noble impulsc-an independent
mind
Took you away so far from home, and left us sad
behind
The long, long years that you've been gone, no
pleasant months have had
The songs of birds, the flowers of spring, no longer
make us glad;
And all the happy sounds we hear have learned
mournful tone,
To thrill upon our heart-chordS now, since eur
dear boys have gone.
Twill be a lonesome path, indeed, to travel this
world through,
Without your presence by the way, your love 50
deep and true;
Blu: God, who guards the sparrow, is whispering
you to come
Ou udSleH, udSNcH W SOul LnulllcE anu
your home.
The pleasant spring again has come, the grass will
soon be green,
And thousand memories of the past gild the inn
prcsSive scene;
We are looking for you daiiy-Oh brothers, won't
you come
To the hcarth-stone of your childhood, your sister
and your home?
The house, the barn, the orchard, and the dear
old garden, too,
How much they all remind us of happiness with
Your favoric greys adown the lawn are prancing
in their pride
Come home, dear brothers hasten home, and let
us take ride.
SToNV RIDGE, o., March lj 1853.