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JIM OF THE HILLS
"God !" says Ben, "You are a friend :
Friend, old man, an' father too.
Hold my hand right to the end—
They'll take notice There of you. …
Good-bye, Jim, an' Dusty Dick,
Simon, Pike. … I'm goin'—quick."
With his eyes shut tight he lay.
His breath comin' in great sobs.
An' his poor lips seemed to pray.
As his hand held fast to Bob's. . .
Now his sobs an' prayin' cease.
Says old Blair, "God give him peace!
"Give him peace!" sighed old Bob Blair,
As he rose beside the dead.
But I caught his wistful stare,
An' the muttered words he said:
"God," he prayed—"if one there be—
Give such faith an' peace to me."
