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I took from my window a star of blue
And hung there a star of gold;
And my hot tears fall on that star of blue
As with reverent fingers I hold
The banner I placed for my loving boy
Where hangs one now for the dead.
But tho my heart with anguish wrung
"Thy will be done", I said.
He gave his all for his country's sake,
Tho sweet indeed was life.
Freely he made his sacrifice
That right might win the strife.
My brave, true lad, he lies today
In the bloodstained soil of France,
And never again on his smile of joy
Will rest my loving glance.
Sleep soldier lad, in far off France
Tho my heart is rent in twain,
Accepting the burden my Master lays
I'll bear my cross of pain--
Holding the flag with reverent hands
Ah, you were a soldier true!
True to the Maker you loved so well
And the old Red, White and Blue.
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