By: Ardis E. Parshall - May 22, 2014 To Somebody’s Mother By L. Grant Fox (Lines written on seeing the burial of an American soldier.) Somebody died today in France,Somebody’s boy his laurels has won:Somewhere beyond the liquid expanse,Somebody’s mother is mourning her son. Not for the lad doth the tender drops fall,He is now free from the terrible strife:But for one who answered his earliest call,Who gladly for him would have give...
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