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Show HIS HISTORY Sarah K. Mittoii Ho was but a lad, his feet wero small, Yet ho followed his father, strong nnd tall, Across tho street, 'twas a snowy way, And I heard his littlo lips Joyously say: I'vo walked in tho trail you've mado, papa, all tho way. In manhood bright wo seo him again, Leading nn army of cavalry mon. And In his letter to father that day, His pen Just couldn't refuse to say, I'vo fought as you fought, father, In years passed away. Onco moro wo seo him, his hair Is white, Kneeling nlono ono stlont night, And In his prayer wo hear him say, Oh, Lord, I'vo thought of Thee all tho way, Now tako mo back home, for I'm ready, I pray. |
