69 - The Returned Volunteer to his Rifle The Returned Volunteer to his Rifle. Over this hearth—my father's seat— Repose, to patriot-memory dear, Thou tried companion, whom at last I greet By steepy banks of Hudson here. How oft I told thee of this scene— The HighlandsThe Hudson begins to narrow south of Albany, with the Catskills to the west and the Berkshires more distant to the east. blue—the river's narrowing sheen. Little at Gettysburg we thought To find such haven; but God kept it green. Long rest! with belt, and bayonet, and canteen.