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And dear Uncle Jack, in the far-away camp, Will look sad o er the letter you ll write;

Only say, dearest mother, "Jo s gone to the front, Marching nearer and nearer the light."

And you, mother darling

You will miss me a while,

But in heaven no larger I ll grow; So any kind angel will know when you ask

At the gate for your own little Jo.


DEAR grannie is with us no longer ; Her hair, that was white as the snow, Was parted one morning for ever

On her head lying softly and low ; Her hands left the Bible wide open,

To tell us the road she had trod, With waymarks like footsteps to tell us The path she had gone up to God.

No wonderful learning had grannie,

She knew not the path of the stars, Nor aught of the comet s wide cycle,

Nor Nebula s dim cloudy bars ; But she knew how the wise men, adoring,

Saw a star in the east long ago ; She knew how the first Christmas anthem

Came down to the shepherds below.

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