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Show Old men In carriages, trundling along so Old, old men a-marchlng, with tho spirit of long ago; Old, old Hags furled strultly, dreaming ot sword mid shell; All that Is tuft of tha old war, save the tale the histories tell, Young men marching briskly, all In their )H khaki brown, fffSB Ilorooi of Santiago or far Manila town. Lwfl Wounded, they never weakened. They tflfl suffered and yet they sang, fWl And over the land lont shackled tho ftSK hymns of Fieedom rang! vfSfa O, whltp heads bowed nnd feeblol O, I'lJ'tsf brown heads high nnd proud, WvK We lovo you nnd pray God bloss yout L'JW we who stand In tho crowd. WtU And wo thank tho merciful Father that, PV'A all our hltory through, lVr Ho bus given us such a memory and r;0; such a hopo as you! Vi Youth's Companion. vi'-V |