Her Choice.
No doubt it was hard to go When, a voice entreated "Wait," _ But the hands of the clock were moving round. And soon it would be too late. Thtere was love and life at his side, And the home they had made so trim, But over there, in their shallow graves, His pals were beckoning him. The hands of the clock moved round, As a man came up at a run, For the tears and pleadings of love had lost. And his silent comrades had won. - —Jessie If ope.
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Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 818, 3 March 1916, Page 16
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91Her Choice. Free Lance, Volume XV, Issue 818, 3 March 1916, Page 16
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