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SATURDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1914.…

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: OUR WEEKLY CALENDAR.

ORIGINAL POETRY.

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ORIGINAL POETRY. SOMEBODY CARES. Ye sons of the Empire scattered abroad, Where the flag of the Union flies We whisper your names in our prayers to God When the day with the daylight dies And when we awake from our nightly rest, Ye are first in our thoughts and prayers And deep, deep down in your inmost breast Ye must know that there's somebody cares. My son, thou hast chosen a path of thine own Away from the parent roof-tree Thy mother at home hath set up a throne In her heart that is only for thee And when thou art silent and weeks go by- Long weeks of unanswered prayers- The sob in her voice and the tear in her eye Show plain that there's somebody cares. My daughter, I need not in doleful strain Remind thee of what thou hast been- Our comfort in sorrow, our solace in pain, And, next to thy mother, my queen. That far-away land that thou callest thy home With him who thy troubles now shares, Will surely be brighened when over the foam Fly the tidings that somebody cares. Britannia is proud of her children who go To build up the Empire abroad And proud is the Homeland to feel and to know They are true to their king and their God. And so from the Homeland is waftod this song To each one who our loyalty shares "Take courage, my brother, be valiant, be- strong, For at home there is somebody cares." JAMES SLIMMING. Hope End Schoolhouse.

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