...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roarn'd on a desolate track: :Twas Autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot, that guarded the slain, In the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice,...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,...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slam; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw. By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...fathers , that welcom'd me back. I flew to the pleasant f,elds , traversed so oft In life's morning march when my bosom was young ; I heard my own mountain-goats...

...And thousands had sunk on the ground overpowered. The weary to sleep and the wounded to die. ****** " At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And...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,...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate...

...guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, And thrice ere the morning I dreamed it again. Methought, from the battle-field's dreadful array, Far, far I had roamed on a desolate track ; 'T was autumn, — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers,...

...When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring faggot that guarded the slain ; At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, 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...

...die. When reposing that night on my pallet of straw, By the wolf-scaring fagot that guarded the slain, At the dead of the night a sweet vision I saw, •...dreadful array, Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate track ; 'Twns Autumn — and sunshine arose on the way To the home of my fathers, that welcomed me back....