The war is o'er, and vict'ry crowns Our youthful soldiers brave, And back their homeward steps have turn'd, Save those who found their grave; Save those whom rebel bullets fell'd,...
I see the wild and dashing waves Break madly on the shore; With glee I watch their stately course, With joy I hear their roar. The howling of the wildest storm, The shrieking of the gull...