A Soldiers gratitude.
Whate'er my fate, wheree'er I roam,
By sorrow still opprest,
I‘ll ne'er forget the peaceful hmoe,
That gave a wand'rer rest.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd,
Still may you claim a soldier's thanks,
A soldiers gratitude.
The tender sigh, the balmy tear,
That meek eyed Pity gave,
My last expiring hour shall cheer,
And bless the wand'rer's grave.
Then ever rove life's sunny banks,
By sweetest flow'rets strew'd,
Still may you claim a soldier‘s thanks,
A soldier's gratitude.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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