THE WEARIED SOLDIER
... HE caine to the village, when the sun In the golden wvest' was bright, When sounds were dying one by one, And the vesper star was~shining down, With a soft and silvery light. A war.worn wanderer was le, And absent many a-year From the cottage.hore he fain Would see- From that rerting.place where he would be,- The spot to memory dear. It rose at last tipoDI his view (Old times were thronging ...