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Show THE SAND CHILD To Annie (A War Mother) Dear little dish of wondrous cut Gleaming all brightly in palace or hut;' How dainty you glimmer and shimmer shim-mer there In the banquet hall my lady fair. Ween you aught of the sigh or unshed un-shed tear, The tremor of hope or the pang of fear That thrilled the'hearts of the little band Who made you their token tne child; of sand? Nor fear the vandal, frail little glass, For the challenge remaineth: "They shall not pass." And the mother on whom you. gleam tonight Has her soldier boys and they won the fight. J. A. S. Come to the Service Star Legion dance on Washington's birthday. |