Homing Braves + 

There’s music in the measured tread + 

Of those returning from the dead + 

Like scattered flowers from a plain + 

So lately crimson, with the slain. + 

No more the sound of shuffled feet + 

Shall mark the poltroon on the street, + 

Nor shifting, sodden, downcast eye + 

Reveal the man afraid to die. + 

They shall have paid full, utterly + 

The price of peace across the sea, + 

When, with uplifted glance, they come + 

To claim a kindly welcome home. + 

Nor shall the old-time daedal sting + 

Of prejudice, their manhood wing, + 

Nor heights, nor depths, nor living streams + 

Stand in the pathway of their dreams! + 