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THE TREASURE BOX, by            
First Line: Ah! Here's the box! And there's his baby shoe
Last Line: His glory home! O little star of gold!
Alternate Author Name(s): Daly, T. A.
Subject(s): Death - Children; War; Death - Babies

AH! here's the box! And there's his baby shoe;
And there his little christening robe and cap!
I mind that springtime Sunday long ago
They brought him back and laid him in my lap.

He was a stirring youngster, and his feet
Outgrew no shoes that weren't first outworn.
I mind that day he ran out in the street,
And it a bare twelve months since he was born.

'Twas flags was in it then, and fifes and drums;
A passing band of lads that fought with Spain.
Flags always called him so. * * * How plainly comes
My last sight of him marching to the train!

And here's the box, with all his baby things;
And here's another treasure it must hold --
The last flag and his own! The flag that brings
His glory home! O little star of gold!

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