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Title: Ballads of life
Year: 1886 (1880s)
Authors: Ward, J. H. (from old catalog) Hardt, Thomas. (from old catalog)
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Publisher: Salt Lake City, Utah, J. H. Parry & co.
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
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already growing cold. Kiss him once for somebodys sake, Breathe a prayer, though soft and low;A tiny lock from his temples take — No fairer prize for a mother, you know;Haply her hand hath rested there, Or was it a sisters, soft and white?Did they stroke those locks — the saddened pair — When he marched away in the morning light? God only knows, he was somebodys love — To somebody he was the joy and pride;Somebody wafted his name above, Night and morning and even tide.Somebody wept when he marched away, Looking so handsome, hopeful and grand;Somebodys kiss on his forehead lay, Somebody clung to his parting hand. Someone at home is waiting for him, Yearning to hold him again to her heart;But there he lies, with his bright eyes dim. And the smiling childlike lips apart;Tenderly bury the fair young -dead, Unknown though it be the name hs should bear,Yet carve on the rude slab at his head, Someones darling reposes here. Q. — v; ^ U) in a 5; »: ^* t3 P 1/q P rt a p;. DfQ 0 » a
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SONGS OF HOPE AND MEMORY. 133 THE MOUNTAIN BOY. Bexeath my feet the valleys lie,A mountain shepherd boy am I;The sunbeams bright, here first I see—They tarry longest here with me, For Im the mountain boy. The mountain boy, the mountain boy, For Im the mountain boy. Here is the fountains secret home,My drink comes fresh from rock and foam-It springs oer rocks in wild career.Its sound is music to my ear, For Im the mountain boy, etc. The mountain truly is my own.The storms may rage and weirdly moan.And sweep from north to south along.Oer all still rings my cheerful song,I am the mountain boy, etc. When thunders roll and lightnings flash,I stand above the stormy crash;What care I for the storm-kings glance,Above me spreads the blue expanse.For Im the mountain boy, etc. And should Columbia call to arms.Should foemen fierce spread dire alarms;Then well descend and join the throng,And wield our swords, and sing our song,For were the mountain boys, etc. 134 BALLADS OF LIFE. TOWARD SUNSET.

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