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“  Don’t  be afraid, Bill,” said he to himself,  as lie stood  in  his coat o ’blue,
                         " Why,  God  J11  take  care  o ’  you,  Bill,  God'll take  care  o ’  you,"


                         He  seemed  to  be  loadin  ’  an *  firin ’  a gun,  an ’ to  act  like  a  mail  who
                                hears
                         The  awful  roar o ’  the battlefield a-soundin f  in Ms  cars;
                         I  saw  that  the  bullet had touched 3iis brain an'  somehow made it blind,
                         With the picture o  1  war before his eyes an ’ the fear o ’  death in his mind,

                         I  grasped  his  hand,  an '  says  I  to  Bill,  '* Don't ye  remember  me?
                         I'm  y^r  father— don't  ye  know  me?  How  frightened  ye  seem  to  be! ”
                         Rut  the boy  kep ’  a-whisperin ’  to  himself,  as  if Jtwas  all he  knew,
                         " God  'H  take cave  o 1  you,  Bill,  God'll  take  care o 1  you."

                         He's never  known  us  since  that  day, nor his  sweetheart, an ’ never will;
                         Father an 1  mother an ’  sweetheart  are  all  the  same  to  Bill.
                         An '  many’s  the  time  his  mother  sets  up  the  whole  night through,
                         A ll'  smooths his head, and says :   Yes, Bil!,  Godll  take care  o 1  you.'

                         Unfvrtimit?  Yes,  but w c  can 't  com plain.   It’s  a  livin ’  death more Sad
                         When the body clings to a lift; o 3 shame an ’ the soul has gone to the bad ;
                         A n '  Bill  is  out o ’  the  reach  o ’  harm   an  f  danger of every  kind;
                         We only  take  care of his  body,  but  God  takes  care  o '  his  mind.
                                                                          I r v in g  B ach e l l e r .


                                                     OUT  A T  SEA*
                         I  K X O W   that  I  am  dying,  mate;  so  fetch the  Bible  here,
                              What’s  laid  unopen  in  the  chest  for  five  and twenty  year;
                              And bring  a  light  along-  of you,  and  read  a bit to  me,
                              W ho  haven't heard  a word of it  since first I  came to sea.

                         Its  five  and  twenty year,  lad,  since  she went  to her  rest,
                         W ho  put  that  there  old  Bible at the  bottom of my  chest;
                         And  I  can  well  remember  the words  she  says to  me  :
                         "  Now,  don’t forget  to  read it,  Tom,  when  you  get our to  sea.1’
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