The Poetry Corner

The Returned Volunteer to his Rifle.

By Herman Melville

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.