Part III
In That Final Parting
Sweetness, Sorrow Surely Stings!
Army days! Soldier
nights! The Agony of Evil Death!
Could I but only Speak once more to Thee, Sweet Love,
Dear Memory
Seems an odd sojourn through miles, oft years, only to return where I begun
Breathe relaxed breath afore that final note of a
young life song’s been sung
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