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Show jjj My Own Soldier Boy j , (Hearing a patriotic father tell about the death of his I II boy on a far field of honor we wrote the following for all I fathers and mothers whose sons make the supreme sacri- 1 I ficc. God bless you, parents, every one.) II II They called him, God bless him, that brave boy of mine, f If To follow Old Glory across the blue brine, I j To stand with the heroes on Europe's scarred breast, III And battle till freedom should bless the oppressed l They called him to give all his youthful power I To help save a world in its darkest hour. 9 Humanity called with appealing voice I To be saved from the cross. So he made his choice, III And I gave him my own soldier boy. Ijjl He fell there, my soldier, and died in a cause j!l That's as righteous as God's eternal laws! l HI From rny own to humanity's heart he went, j jl He's one of Truth's heartthrobs in maTtyrdom spent 1 May the heavens keep watch o'er hi? resting place there, g i And flowers bloom sweet where he sleeps over there. g I II His death gives new glory to freedom's fair name, I His spirit lends luster to Liberty's flame, . I He's immortal, my own soldier boy.'c. N. LUND. Ksith Bldg. jjjl (You who can afford the stamps please clip the above I and send it to some of the Gold Star parents, or help me) |