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16480	Preston, Margaret Junkin	Beechenbrook A Rhyme of the War			.txt	text/plain	11737	1171	95	Right bravely all day, with a smile on her brow, And Mamma, don't you _always_ know, God keeps his word?" Then fast to his heart,--love and duty at strife,-On the altar of Country; and Alice,--sweet wife! Poor heart,--that has held up so brave in the past,-But dear as you are, Love,--my life and my light,-And like the old heroes,--come home on your shield!" And listen,--there comes the low breathing of prayer. Like nuns that come forth in the twilight to pray, That lies like a night-mare on Alice's breast. And look on the hopeful, bright brows of the men, "How comes it,"--I asked,--"you look careful and bold, Then he'll know,--and his heart with the thought will be filled,-And each heart before thee knows, The life from the quivering heart till we feel The heart that scarce breathed in the free, open day. Because all her heart-break is kept for her God,--	./cache/16480.txt	./txt/16480.txt