Alexandria Gazette, Commercial And Political

From Campbell's Pleasures.

THE SOLDIER'S DREAM.

Our bugles sang truce; for the night cloud
had lowered,
And the sentinel stars set their watch in
the sky;
And thousands had sunk on the ground over-
pow'red,
The weary to sleep and the wounded to
die.

When reposing that night on the pallet of straw,
By the wolf caring fagot that guarded the
slain ;
At the dead of the night a sweet vision I
saw,
I saw, it again.

Methought from the battle field's dread-
ful array,
Far, far I had roam'd on a desolate
track,
'Twas Autumn, and sunshine arose on the
way,
To the home of my father's that wel-
com'd me back.

I flew to the pleasant fields, travers'd so
oft,
In life's morning march, when my bosom was
young ;
I heard my own mountain goats bleating
aloft,
And knew the sweet strain that the
corn reapers sung.

Then pledg'd we the wine cup, and fondly I
swore,
From my home & my weeping
friends
never to part;
My little ones kiss'd me a thousand times
o'er,
And my wife sobb'd aloud in her full-
ness of heart.

Stay, stay with us; rest, thou art weary and
worn,
Yet fain was their warbroken soldier to
stay ;
But sorrow return'd with the dawning of
morn,
And the voice in my dreaming ear
melted away.