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For the Columbian Fountain.


TO MISS $1,000.
BY CHARLES WILSON, U. S. A.
When riding Ger the main,
When floating DER the sea,
Where ere go, where ere | roam,
I'll think, I'll dream Of thee.
When joys around me gather,
And earth seems fair to see;
Oh! how my heart will long
To share those joys with thee.
When sorrows press my heart,
And troubles pour upon me,
One bright joy will still remain,
My thoughts, my dreams Of thee.
Yes, and in deaths dark hour,
My purest bliss shall be,
My hopes Of JOY in Heaven.
In Heaven possessing thee.
WAsHINGroE, May l6, 1916.