. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . AFTER ALL. By WIIvLIAM winter. THE apples are ripe inthe orchard,The work of the reaperis done,And the golden woodlands reddenIn the blood of the dying sun. At the cottage door the grandsireSits pale in his easy-chair, While the gentle wind of twilightPlays with his silver hair. A woman is kneeling beside him ; A fair young head is the first wild passion of sorrow. Against his aged breast. And far from over the di
. American war ballads and lyrics: a collection of the songs and ballads of the colonial wars, the revolution, the war of 1812-15, the war with Mexico, and the civil war . AFTER ALL. By WIIvLIAM winter. THE apples are ripe inthe orchard,The work of the reaperis done,And the golden woodlands reddenIn the blood of the dying sun. At the cottage door the grandsireSits pale in his easy-chair, While the gentle wind of twilightPlays with his silver hair. A woman is kneeling beside him ; A fair young head is the first wild passion of sorrow. Against his aged breast. And far from over the distanceThe faltering echoes come 214 Btter mi 215 Of the flying blast of trumpetAnd the rattling roll of the drum. And the grandsire speaks in a whisper : The end, no man can see ;But we gave him to his country, And we give our prayers to thee. The violets star the meadows. The rosebuds fringe the door,And over the grassy orchard The pink-white blossoms pour. But the grandsires chair is empty, The cottage is dark and still ;There s a nameless grave in the battle-field, And a new one under the hill. And a pallid, tearless woman By the cold hearth sits the old clock in the corner Ticks on
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