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Virna Sheard

I lived from 1865-1943. I was from Canada, and am in the Americas category.

TO MY DEAR BROTHER



ELDRIDGE STANTON (JUNIOR)



WHO DIED BRAVELY AT NIAGARA, ON THE AFTERNOON OF

SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 4TH, 1912.



No tears for thee, no tears, or sighs,

Or breaking heart--

But smiles, that thou so well that bitter hour

Didst play thy part!

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