1 WHEN the pale stars glimmer o'er the battlefield And the guns' deep thunder dies away, Angel fingers close the weary eyes And soothe the terrors of the day. Not of the battle's strife they're dreaming 'Neath the pale and misty light, But the touch of a hand and voices calling From the homeland echo thro' the night. 2 Where the great grey watchdogs of our Navy ride O'er the northern waters dark and cold, Eyes released from weary vigil close And dreams bring back the days of old. Voice of the wind and waves is blended With the music soft and low Of dear ones singing in the homeland cottage By the firelight's red and cheery glow. @3Refrain@1 Where'er you are to-night, dear, By the shot-torn field or main, Our love we send you, and may God defend you Thro' the battle's bitter strife and pain. There's many a heart at home that's yearning For loved ones o'er the foam; God keep you always in his care And bring you safely home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 3 by EZRA POUND EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA; A DRAMATIC POEM by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON A PIECE OF TAPESTRY by GEORGE SANTAYANA BRUCE: HOW THE BRUCE CROSSED LOCH LOMOND by JOHN BARBOUR HERITAGE by THERESA VIRGINIA BEARD MID-OCEAN by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |