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It's  only  a  month  since  they  started.
                                        W c thought  when  the  regiment  went
                                     Tijat  long  ere  the  troops  were  landed
                                        The force  of  the  war  would  be  spent.
                                     And  so  T  had  taken  courage,
                                        And  looked  on  the  bright  side  first,
                                     Though  now  and again  1  fretted.
                                        And  sometimes  feard  the  worst.

                                     They  took  Lilt'e  Nellie  from me,
                                        Took  her  away  for  awhile ;
                                     How  co a id  I  hear  her  prattle,
                                        And  watch  her  eager  snide,
                                     A s  she  counted  the:  days  till  daddy
                                        T.Yoald  be  back  from  the  foreign  shore?
                                     How could  I  (cl 1  my  darling
                                        She  would  see  his  face  no  more?

                                     I  was  left  alone with  my  sorrow—
                                        Alone  in  my  little  room,
                                     Where  the  evening shadows  deepened
                                                       O
                                        Into  the  twilight  gloom.
                                     I  had  heard  the  words  they  uttered,
                                       T  had  seen  hi1;  name  on  the  list;
                                     Rut  J  sat  and  peered  through  the  darkness
                                       As  a  sailor  peers  through  the mist;

                                     I  sat  like a  sleeper  doubting
                                       If  she  dreams  or  is  wide  awake,
                                     Till,  the  truth  came  on  me  fiercely,
                                       And  I  thought  that  my  heart would  break.
                                     A s  I  sat  in  the  deepening  g l o a m i n g
                                       The  diiid  came  back  again,
                                     And  T  picked  her  up  and  kissed  her
                                       While  my  tears  ran  down  like  rain,
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