Sister dear, I love you so!

[Pg 35]

[Pg 35]

NIGHT WATCHES

In the still watches of night

Long ere the dawn comes a-creeping

Over the eastern skies,

Think of the hearts that are breaking;—

Oh, hear the moans and the sobbing—

Feel how the pulses are throbbing,

Just because some one was thoughtless.—

Oh, was that someone you?

[Pg 36]

[Pg 36]

MEN ARE THREE

There are all kinds of people we meet on the road,

As we travel along life’s way;

And some are surly and some are grave

And others are jolly and gay.

And some folks are short, while others are tall,

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