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The grass
shall never forget this grave.
When homeward footing
it in the sun
After the weary ride by rail,
The
stripling soldiers passed her door,
Wounded
perchance, or wan and pale,
She left her household
work undone -
Duly the wayside table spread,
With
evergreens shaded, to regale
Each travel-spent and
grateful one.
So warm her heart, childless, unwed,
Who like a mother comforted.
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