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!