The Home-coming

There is peace in this house, He is come again; He is here, he is close, He, for whom they were fain; There is peace in this house. There is gladness and joy For the safe return Of this man, that was boy Ere the year did turn; There is gladness and joy. There is sorrow to tell For his grim-born pain; He went down into hell, Saw his comrades slain; There is sorrow as well. Above all, there is pride For the deeds he wrought; He would gladly have died, Could his life purchase aught; There is pride! There is pride!