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THE SOLDIER'S MOTHER.
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His foot crushed the lily-bells white—
He entered the vine-covered door.
"Your Harry is dying," he said:
The mother just lifted her head,
And answered, unweeping, like one who is sleeping,
"Not dying, good soldier, but dead!"
He entered the vine-covered door.
"Your Harry is dying," he said:
The mother just lifted her head,
And answered, unweeping, like one who is sleeping,
"Not dying, good soldier, but dead!"
