POEM FOUR (pp. 100-101)
A grip of the hand, a kiss on the cheek
So we parted, my Husband and I,
A good man, a brave one, but we did not
know
'Twould be our last earthly goodbye.
'Somewhere in France' dear Husband, they
have laid you
'Somewhere in France', Oh words full of
gloom
If but for a moment, Oh could I have seen
you,
Love of my life 'ere God called you home.
Thou has but taken that which Thou
gavest
And o'er his short life we'll lovingly glance
Bitter the parting, but sweet the re-union
Though the grave of my darling is
'Somewhere in France'.
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POEM FIVE (p. 128)
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