. . .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 was young; I heard my own mountain-goats bleating aloft, And knew the sweet strain that the corn-reapers sung. Then pledged we the wine-cup, and fondly I swore From my home and my weeping friends never to part; My little ones kiss’d me a thousand times o’er, And my wife sobb’d aloud in her fulness of heart. ‘Stay—stay with us!—rest!—thou art weary and worn!’— And fain was their war-broken soldier to stay;— But sorrow return’d with the dawning of morn, And the voice in my dreaming ear melted away. T. Campbell. [Pg 28] JOHN GILPIN John Gilpin was a citizen Of credit and renown, A train-band Captain eke was he Of famous London town. John Gilpin’s spouse said to her dear, Though wedded we have been These twice. . . Read More