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For the Columbian Fountin


HOME.
While reason sits upon her throne.
And feeling in my hear, shall dwell
ne'er can cease to think of home,
That sacred spot love so well
Would could now each loved one SEE.
And taste once more affections pleasure
Oh, GoD! 'twould be bliss for me.
A bliss like heav'n-a precious treasure.
But now, alas I'm torn from thee,
And doom'd IN distant lands 10 roam
Still memory scars on plnons free,
And back conveys me to my home.
WASHINGTON, April 18th, 1916.