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dear ones at home last night when
standing alone my mind wandered back
to the loved home
Tis midnight and the night wind
Floats softly through the trees
And the moombeams falling gently
Seem playing with the breeze
And the streamlet sound is mournful
As it rappels sloly on
And the willow [warrnd?] seems to say
That the loved ones are fare away
You wanted to
know if it seemed as though I should
come back home a gain I think that
I shall help Pa plant corn next spring
if Charlie buys a farm I will come
and help him farmit if you will not
cry any more if they would let us we
would wipe out evry rebel in a short
time but it is not policy to shed any
more blod than can be helped there is
some important movemement being
made now they will not let us have