By Maj.-Gen. J. B. Magruder.
|Wake! dearest, wake! ’tis thy lover who calls, Imogen;|
List! dearest, list! the dew gently falls, Imogen;
Arise to thy lattice, the moon is asleep,
The bright stars above us their bright vigils keep.
|Chorus.—Then fear not, my Imogen,|
Thou’rt dearer than life!
The heart of the soldier is the home of the wife, Imogen,
The heart of the soldier is the home of the wife.
|Thy steed is impatient his mistress to bear, Imogen,|
Home to her lover, on the prairie afar, Imogen,
Belov’d as a maiden, adored as a wife,
Thou shalt be forever the star of my life.