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Show j "1 MY SON Hj j if By Ada Tyrell. H I is his little cambric' frock B I Mat I laid by In lavender so sweet, H j I there his tiny shoe and sock H bade with loving care for his dear ; feet. Hi , ,jld the frock across my breast, Hr ' And in imagination, ah, my sweet, H Once more I hush my babe to rest, Hj And once again I warm those little H Hj Wliero (lo those strong young feet now M stand H In flooded trench, half numb to cold R or pain, Hj Or marching through the desert sand m To some dread place that they may 1 never gain.. H God guide him and his men today, H Tho death may lurk in any tree or H H His brave young spirit is their stay, Hi Trusting in that they'll follow where H he will. H They love him for his tender heart H When poverty or sorrow asks his H But he must see each do his part B Of cowardice alone he is afraid. H I ask no honors on the 'field, H That other men have won as brave M as1 he H I only pray that God may shield H My son, and bring him safely back to me! H Truth. |