Back From a Two-years' Sentence

Back from a two-years' sentence! And though it had been ten, You think, I were scarred no deeper In the eyes of my fellow-men. "My fellow-men—?" Sounds like a satire, You think—and I so allow, Here in my home since childhood, Yet more than a stranger now! Pardon—! Not wholly a stranger—, For I have a wife and child: That woman has wept for two long years, And yet last night she smiled—! Smiled, as I leapt from the platform Of the midnight train, and then— All that I knew was that smile of hers, And our babe in my arms again! Back from a two-years' sentence— But I've thought the whole thing through—, A hint of it came when the bars swung back And I looked straight up in the blue Of the blessed skies with my hat off! O-ho! I've a wife and child: That woman has wept for two long years, And yet last night she smiled!