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Show How can, I go on living Just the same, And keep up courage when my heart Is lead. With nothing left to live for or to prize; But hark. Jlis dear voice whispers, "Don't give up! The mother of a soldier never cries!" No, ! will not give up! For there'a a thought Thatgives the strength to live my i empty life: A man must die some day. The noblest 1 death Is surely in the glorious heat of strife, Where man, by courage and true sacrifice, sac-rifice, Can prove to God his manhood as he dies. And so my heart Is glad, and I see why The mother of a soldier never cries, j THE MOTHER OF A SOLDIER (Contributed) He stood before me, oh, so big and strong! 1 1 scarcely could believe he was my child; J My little boy who never had grown up Who always seemed so carefree, young i and wild. ! But him prim khaki and its solemn thoughts Had brought a world-old sorrow to his eyes, As tenderly he whispered, "Dear, be ' brave! , The mother of a soldier never cries!" I And all alone In ceaseless agony, I try to hope and work; to wait and pray, , But oh, how hard it is to sit at home With all my fears and hopes so far away! I i Then comes a letter what a wonder-I wonder-I ous Joy! j And trembling I read, with tear-dim. I mfd eyes: ' "Just kep on smiling, honey, don't I forget I jThe mother of a soldier never cries!" j He's di'nd! just numb. I sit and try1 j to think: J Kn I can rvulize Is a big, dull pain ; The world's so empty, robbed of all! life's Joy, |