the midshipman's bible.
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And its well thumbed pages and leaves so torn,—
And carefully placed in the sacred place
Is a lock of hair that speaks of his face.
How often she thought of his gentle smile,
Which now she can feel is lost but a while:
How often she prays that He the all wise
Will take her to meet him in Paradise.
And carefully placed in the sacred place
Is a lock of hair that speaks of his face.
How often she thought of his gentle smile,
Which now she can feel is lost but a while:
How often she prays that He the all wise
Will take her to meet him in Paradise.
And when years had passed and her tread was slow,
And to church she felt could no longer go,—
When her voice was weak and her eyes were dim,—
In autumn's eve she was taken to him.
And to church she felt could no longer go,—
When her voice was weak and her eyes were dim,—
In autumn's eve she was taken to him.
"Neath a yew tree in the church-yard loved best
The widow is laid with her boy at rest.
The widow is laid with her boy at rest.
