Excerpt from War Mothers
Who died in France in the Service of his Country, July Thirtieth, Nineteen Eighteen
Who shall bear me this token small
Unto Our Lady past the skies?
Who shall give it, faults and all,
Unto the pity of her eyes?
There is one, but lately gone,
Whom tenderly she looks upon.
Will you take it to her, friend?
And with the gift my heart I send.
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