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Show A TRIBUTE I H The following poem is dedicated to J Comrade Stephen S. Spaun of Amer- H lean Federation of Musician' band, by I Hilma Atwooll: Connrada, If Sleep, comrade, sleep . Till morning comes, I I Beyond, earth'6 clanging cymbals i I And roll of drums. L ftest, comrade, rest, t Free from sorrow and heartbreak; Life's fevered breath t And wounds, that bleed and ach, a! Awake, comrade, awake wmmss Upon Heav'ns eternal grounds, 1 Within the "Spacious Dome." I Where immortalized music resounds. There, comrade, there Await, to greet us one. by one, I For we shall cross the "Line" I When all, Is done fe |