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Show IN A HASTINGS HOSPITAL Tlioy wroto: "Your sweetheart In HiIb ward Lies wounded; nt all hoarb Aaking to seo your face again." Sho How to him with flowers. Swiftly sho came besldo his bed, Softly besldo him sot Hunches ot primrose nnd daffodil And sweotor violet. And thoso sho hold for him to smell, I Kresh from their l'ngllsh bank, I Wlillo still tho soldier backward lay j Anil of their Bweetness drank. . Faintly ho told of his many 'Jghts, I Sho, liko a sister, laid her hand i Of boing loft for dead; Over tho bandaged bead. "Enough," they told her; sho must go. I Yes, hIio would como ngnln, j Hut longer now to stay would bring A fover to the brain. ' Hut ere she wont sho said to him: "This primrose tnko from me; It is so light, It Is so bright, And restful It will bo." i Tho mnn was troubled soro; his oyes I Looked from tho linen hands, And gently then ho answered her: "Dear, but I havo no hands." A moment on his words sho thought In doubt besldo tho door; I ' Thon on a Budden understood, h And swooned upon tho floor. ', Stephen Phillips |
