In Memory Of Harold R. AndrewsFor home and native land And died at his post of duty, Dauntless, brave and grand. Just at the dawn of morning God called him home to rest, A soldier for humanity, A soldier who did his best. He fought beneath Stars and Stripes For the country he loved so we In Flanders Fields in France, Our gallant Hero fell. He responded to his country's call One day in early May; We prayed that he might return, But alas! In France he sleeps today. The hardships caused by World War, With age may chill our blood, And the years may fleet away With the wings of a dove; Remembrance will still be the last For those who marched away; A wreath of flowers we will save And place on each Hero's grave Treasured in our memory Just like a happy dream; Were the parting words to Mother That Harold sweetly gave. As a token of true friendship We bold sacredly today, The flower plucked by Mr. Benson From our Angel Harold's grave. The Plains Poems in Kansas
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