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Lilian Leveridge Somewhere 'neath alien flowers and alien winds that
 * weep.

Bravely you marched to battle, nobly your life laid
 * down.

You unto death were faithful, laddie; yours is the
 * victor's crown.

Laddie! Laddie! Laddie! How dim is the sunshine
 * grown,

As mother and I together speak softly in tender tone! And the lips that quiver and falter have ever a single
 * theme,

As we list for your dear, lost whistle, laddie, over the
 * hills of dream.

Laddie, beloved laddie! How soon should we cease to
 * weep

Could we glance through the golden gateway, whose
 * keys the angels keep!

Yet love, our love that is deathless, can follow you where you roam, Over the hills of God, laddie, the beautiful hills of
 * Home.