THE SOLDIER'S WEDDING
(Charles Jeffreys and Charles W. Glover)

Give me your hand, my own Jeannette,
The wars at length are over,
And merry are the wedding bells
That welcome back the rover;
The Song of Peace is on our hills,-
And all is cheerful labour.
Where late we heard the din of strife
The warpipe and the tabour;
Good omens bless this happy day;
The sun's bright rays are shedding
Their loving light of Hope and Joy
Upon the soldier's wedding.

Rich fields of waving corn are seen
Where hostile flags were streaming,
And where the sword was flashing, now
The sickle bright is gleaming;
Lie still ye brawling hounds of war;
Let Peace our hearts enlighten;
Rest sword, and rust within your sheath,
But let the plowshare brighten
Good omens bless this happy day:-
The sun's bright rays are shedding
Their loving light of Hope and Joy
Upon the soldier's wedding.


G. P. Reed, Boston and Firth Pond, New York, n. d.
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