Mary Middleton - A Nurse's Autograph Book, item 38
- October 26, 2018 19:16:45 Sarika Jain
Only a scream, thr'o the night as a warning,
only a bursting shell.
Naught but duty-death ever scorning,
Ended so nobly well.
Only a mound, on the Hill in the dawning,
Marked by a wooden Cross,
Naught but a name, in the list of the morning,
Telling of some ones loss.
Only a home, in the land of his breeding,
only some heart laid bare,
Only a grief, that the world is unheeding,
Only a vacant chair.
Gunt. J. Owen
76063 R. F. A.