The Brave at Home.
The maid who binds lior warrior's sash With smile that well her pain dissembles, The while beneath her drooping lash One starry tear-drop hangs and trembles, Though Heaven alone records the tear, And Fame shall never know lier story, Iler heart has shod a drop as dear As e 'er bedewed the lield of glory. The wife who girds her husband's sword, Mid little ones who weep or wonder. And bravely speaks the cheering word. What though her heart be rent asunder, Doomed nightly in her dreams to hear The bolts of death around him rattle, Ilath shed as sacred blood as e 'er Was poured upon the field of battle! The mother who conceals her grief While to her breast her soil she presses, Then breathes a few brave words and brief, Kissing the patriot brow she blesses, With, no one but lier sec,ret God To know the pain that weighs upon her, Sheds holy blood as e'er the sod Received on Freedom's lield of honor. —Thomas Buchanan Read.
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Levin Daily Chronicle, 23 October 1917, Page 1
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174The Brave at Home. Levin Daily Chronicle, 23 October 1917, Page 1
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