Home, Twas there I lay me down upon my pillow. A Soldier's pillow. knapsack hard and worn, Beneath the shelter of a drooping
willow. To rest my weary limbs till break of [morn]. Thus on my earthy couch, 'neath heaven's bright dome. I fell asleep,
and sleeping dreamed of home. I dreamed my soldier labors all were o'er Service expired, and home ward I did [illegible] to
that loved spot where I should meet once more. The dear ones I had left in days gone by. The train sped swiftly on its home-ward
track. As if in [illegible] to bring the soldiers back.
Home, Home, home. I see it as a I would the turn, the head grows dizzy and the pulses leap. Impatitience mixed with joy -
oh how I yearn to meet those loved one's - how I laugh then weep. Home, yes tis home loved ones are there, waiting. Sister
and Brother too my bliss to share. There is the hillside where I used to play there is the brooklet that I loved so well,
the same old rocks of gneiss and granite [illegible]. And there beneath them lies the [illegible][illegible]. Yet best of
all there is my cottage home. Thither I'm hasting never [illegible] to roam.