Grand'ther Baldwin's Thanksgiving with Other Ballads and Poems by Horatio Alger
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page 49 of 70 (70%)
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"Your loving Valentine."
The years have come and gone,-- Have flown, I know not where, -- And the school-boy's merry face Is grave with manhood's care; But the heart of the man still beats At the well-remembered name, And on this St. Valentine's Day His choice is still the same. There was a time-- ah, well! Think not that I repine When I dreamed this happy day Would smile on you as mine; But I heard my country's call; I knew her need was sore. Thank God, no selfish thought Withheld me from the war. But when the dear old flag Shall float in its ancient pride, When the twain shall be made one, And feuds no more divide,-- I will lay my musket down, My martial garb resign, And turn my joyous feet Toward home and Valentine. |
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