|When This Dreadful War is Ended S. Foster |
When this dreadful war is ended I will come again to you
Till me dearest ere we sever, tell me, tell me you'll be true.
Though to other scenes I wander twill you memry pure and bright
In my heart will ever linger, shining with undying light.
Do not weep love, sit beside me, whisper gentle words of cheer
Be not mournful now my darling, let me kiss away each tear.
On the gory field of battle your sweet voice will nerve my hand
And when weary sad or wounded your fair image near me stand.
In my visions, like some angel you will turn my grief to bliss.
On my pale and fevered forehead I will often feel your kiss.
Our dear native land's in danger and we'll calmly bide the time
Till this dreadful war is over and the bells of peace shall chime.
When this dreadful war is ended, soon I hope the day will come,
Love's own star will lead my footsteps safely back to you and home.
Oh what joy again to meet you when the threatening storm is past
And the flag our foes have planted flies in shreds upon the blast
Farewell, farewell, best and dearest, do not let your heart repine,
Though the sky may now look gloomy soon the sun will brightly shine.