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Show jWSw Earl Marble, Sweet MoilJpBpil Day, Went ptit, with blossoms richly laden, To laTOorMdyMg May- c slnirk of fabled .jAiden On igrPfeops gone( Ipfore, 'W tf-MfC ssaidf&aintly, "For bnW wh6 d'ife;rAMbattle fioar,' , Anctj dropped ' them ilinrS?manner saintly. For Grandpa Gray," she-said as dOjWn."' Wfi;fjUponM his "jgrave'shp jdropjped some- roses "The 'Veld. for glory and' renow' . :':..!.' the whit( foevtfeought ' as eartH-life closes." And then appeared young Marold.Gray, TheVgfasori7 of .tjptejsoldier' sleeping, While; peV'e'r ohelek hepinK did -play, fes'; 'frd;p jefr heart the" blood, came leaping. His claspthe maiden's' soft hand sought, - Th'ewT-iile they stoodhalf glad, half wesping He scattering flowers he had brought Above the hero in death sleeping. Twas nice you should remember him," He said, v"by such a loving toKen." "A hero," she replied, eyes dim -. "So all the neighbors oft havespoKen." They slowly, sadly turned away, NX And soon the two were homeward walKing Sweet Mollie Dean, brave Harold Gray Of things not in their thoughts just talKing. When suddenly "I've lost my heart!" Her voice leaped upward lifte a rocKct, .And bacK she made a sudden , start "My heart! my little golden locKet!" They bacKward went, and" on The grave Young Harold found it where 'twas lying, And said, "I'll Keep it,", the sly Knave To Keep bacK tears was Mollie trying. "O no, dear Harold, not this heart,". She said, through tears "so faintly, smiling. "The other, then?'he , said, Love's art The maiden's beating heart beguiling. |