The Homecoming
The sun is high, the day is bright,
And trumpets sound from far away.
Oh, dance and sing in pure delight-
Dear Jack is home to stay!
No more death or sights of horror;
No more letters from far away;
No more the dismal song of war;
My Jack is home to stay!
His stance is steady, stiff and proud,
And his limp is plain to see,
But his eyes are still as brown.
My Jack is home with me.
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