 | Henry Van Dyke, Hardin Craig, Asa Don Dickinson - 1922 - 1920 էջ
...battle-field's dreadful array, • ; , Far, far I had roamed on a deselate track: The Soldier's Dream T was 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 inarch, when my... | |
 | 1924 - 296 էջ
...sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate...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... | |
 | 1926 - 780 էջ
...Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far, I had roam'd on a desolate track: 'T was 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 bosom... | |
 | William McDougall - 1926 - 606 էջ
...Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far had I roamed on a desolate track; Twas morning, and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers that welcomed me back. .......... r Stay ! Stay with us, stay ! Thou art weary and worn. And fain was their... | |
 | Edmondstoune Duncan - 1927 - 658 էջ
...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, that welcomed me back. I flew to the pleasant fields traversed so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom... | |
 | 1918 - 472 էջ
...sweet Vision I saw; And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate...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... | |
 | James Chapman - 286 էջ
...vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning n I dream'd it again. Meth ought from the battle-field's 1 dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd "> on a desolate...the way To the home of my fathers, that welcom'd me back. 1 flew to the pleasant fields, "> travers'd so oft In life's morning march, when my bosom was... | |
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By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamt it again. Methought from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track : 'Twas autumn,... 
