{"newspaper_name": "The Arkansas banner.", "edition": "01", "page": "p2", "byline": ""}
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 This one request; o bear my ashes away to where, A mother Is pended now in prayer

 With aching breast For she knows that the Angels dark ming wing The brow of her son is shadowing;

 She feels the ehiil Then bear me home that her heart nay press Mine once again with wild caress,

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