Must I die so soon? ah, far away <br />By blue Ohio's shore, <br />A little group waits patiently <br />Till this sad war is o'er; <br />A little face is often pressed <br />Against the window pane, <br />Oh, chaplain only tell me this <br />Shall I see my boy again? <br />Must I never press close to my heart <br />The rings of shining hair, <br />Or listen to my bright-eyed child <br />Whisper his evening prayer, <br />Shall I never hear his bounding step <br />Across the cottage floor? <br />It were not hard to die, chaplain, <br />Could I see my boy once more. <br />When morning broke with solemn tread <br />On old Potomac's banks, <br />His comrades laid the soldier down - <br />Discharged from the ranks, <br />But many a day o'er western hills, <br />By blue Ohio's shore, <br />A little boy will patient wait, <br />When this sad war is o'er.<br /><br />Anonymous Americas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shall-i-see-my-boy-again/
