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Show War's Aftermath. I, who went forth, to war, am home again! No favorite of Death's, he passed me by. Through endless days of weary indolence, indo-lence, Through nlchts of tortured nerves, of sharp suspense, Through nameless horrors of the soul and sense. He branded me: No favorito of his, he passed me by. - I, who went forth to war, am home again ! America, tho free, is mine once more. Here multitudes of joyous children play, Here toil finds recompense) in ample pay. Here pleasure treads her measures night arid day i A roundelay. America, tho free, is mine once more. Oh, you whose lives are crowned, who live in Death, You know the purpose in war's bloody web. Oh, Spirit Brothers! Help us weave the rst ! Into life's commonplace thcro must be pri'i-'S"d War's Haeri'ieinl -iirit; this my test 1. too, am blessed; r; No fiivorilo vi Tilth's, ho passed mo by! - ' 1 |