The Weekly Perrysburg journal. [volume] (Perrysburg, O. [Ohio]) 1861-1???, 1867-01-18
Chr Castaliati cfnnnt.
Published by Request.l
COME HOME, DEAR BRoTHERsI


o, Sanford, dear, and Orange, lOvo Ills time for
you to come
From the golden land of ophir to your mother and
Your sister dear has mourned for you since first
you went away,
And your mothers passed no dreamless night, or
known no easy lay.
Don't think that we reproach you with the trouble
that we bore
We freely, bravely bear it all, to see your face
once more
And there's nothing but the gladness and the love
within our heart,
That we will soon strike hands again, and never,
never part.
How Oft at morn we think Of you, as at the board
How oft at night we fancy we hear your coming
feet
But ah | then comes remembrance, aud our hearts
o / hasten home, dear brothers, and make us all
so glad.
We would gladly bear your patient toll, in seal ch
of glitt'ring dust,
We bear you in our prayers above, where gold
will never rust;
Your home is yet so pleasant, your friends are yet
so dear,
o ! hasten home, dear brothers, we would gladly
have you here,
Dear brothers, you remember well our dear old
willow trees,
Whose long, luxuriant branches moaned with the
evening breeze;
Your only sister has her swing beneath their cool
ing shade
hasten, brothers, to her side before the leaflets
fade.
cense rise
To God, who watches DER you, and regneth in
the skies;
Her vespers trcmble in the dew on the doorstep Of
your home
hasten to our altar, to your sister and your home
How many sweet mementoes and memories o.
of your love
Have we within your fathers house our tender
hearts to move; ''
Your portraits on the table, how they rejoice the
heart
o hasten home dear brothers, and never from us
part.
Do the miners come around you with true hear
and loving hand
Do they comfort and console you when you sicken
in that land --. .aa' a.. ...s.
Have they pleasant smiles to greet you, and silver
Have they hearts more fond and loyal than the two
you left behind?
The old homestead is just the same, your fathers
grave is green,
And the wild-briar at my window is the pretties
The rosebush and the lilac will soon put on theil
bloom
0 hasten, brothers, hasten to the dear old happy
| home.
Your home had always plenty, your fathers housc
| was stored
With the fatness of plenteous land, that smoked
| upon his board
But ambitions noble impulse-an indepcnden
Took you away so far from home, and left us sac
behind.
| The long, long years that you've been gone, NJ
pleasant months have had,
The songs of birds, the flowers of spring, no long
er make us glad;
And all the happy sounds we hear have learned {
| mOurnful tone,
To thrill upon our heart-chords now, since ourdea
boys have gone.
Twill be lonesome path indeed to travel thi
world through,
Without your presence by the way, your love g
deep and true,
But God who guards the sparroT Is whisperin!
you to come, "a.
o hasten, brothers, hasten to ur mother al,
your home.
The pleasant spring again has come, the grass viii
soon be green,
And thousand memories of the past gild the i'm
pressve scene; t
We are looking for you daily, 0!brothOrs won't 20
come
To the hearth-stone of VI ur childhood, your sste
and your home. s4
The house, the barn, the orchard and the dear ol
garden too,
How much they all remind us ofhappiness with ye,
Your fav'rite greys adown the lawn are prancin
in their pride,
Come home, dear brothers, hasten home and let u
take ride.
Stony RIDGE, o., March Is, 1858.