The Returned Volunteer to his Rifle.

Over the hearth — my father's seat —

Repose, to patriot-memory dear,

Thou tried companion, whom at last I greet

By steepy banks of Hudson here.

How oft I told thee of this scene —

The Highlands blue — the river's narrowing sheen.

Little at Gettysburg we thought

To find such haven; but God kept it green.

Long rest! with belt, and bayonet, and canteen.