[Dedicated to my Soldier Brother.] In my dear ocean home there are loved, ones, I know, Who ever are thinking- of me; And my heart feels oft lone, and I oft long to go To that dear native land 'cross the sea. As my thoughts fondly stray to the timet we have seen. When once we were boys young and cay, The familiar old haunts where wo ofttimes have been Come again in my fancy to-day. The days of my boyhood how can I forget, Those days without care or a fear; For honest and true were the. friends that I met. And bright is their memory dear. But for ever have gone those old happy days; 'Twill never the same bo an then; The friends are now distant, and changed are our ways— The boys of the past are now men. But one thing I know changes not with the years As one by one they speed nast t *Tis the love of the dear ones I left in their tears That for me for ever will last. To that meeting again I look forward -with joy'Tis a. hope that brings cheer to my heart; There's a welcome, I know, when home comes their boy; May it be to never again parti F/. T. Johxsox. Wnngamn".
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MEMORIES, Evening Star, Issue 15688, 30 December 1914