Sad eyes, that were patient and tender, Sad eyes, that were steadfast and true, And warm with the unchanging splendor Of courage no ills could subdue! Eyes dark with the dread of the morrow, And woe for the day that was gone, The sleepless companions of sorrow, The watchers that witnessed the dawn. Eyes tired from the clamor and goading, And dim from the stress of the years, And hollowed by pain and foreboding, And strain by repression of tears. Sad eyes that were wearied and blighted, By visions of sieges and wars, Now watch o'er a country united From the luminous slopes of the stars. |