Poems (Schiller)/This war
THIS WAR
Oh, would this war was over,
This long, this bloody strife
Which has very cruelly ended
Many a brave warrior's life!
This long, this bloody strife
Which has very cruelly ended
Many a brave warrior's life!
A sister has lost a brother,
And now she may but mourn
For the youth so young and noble
Who will nevermore return.
And now she may but mourn
For the youth so young and noble
Who will nevermore return.
A wife is made a widow,
And now she long may weep
For her brave and manly husband
Who in southern soil doth sleep.
And now she long may weep
For her brave and manly husband
Who in southern soil doth sleep.
A child has lost its father,
And often through the day
In its innocence it wonders
Why "Pa don't come to see his May."
And often through the day
In its innocence it wonders
Why "Pa don't come to see his May."
A rebel ball has pierced his heart
That heart that was so true.
(Unfinished.)
Composed at Irving Female College, April, 1864.
That heart that was so true.
(Unfinished.)
Composed at Irving Female College, April, 1864.