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Masters, Edgar Lee: Spoon River Anthology - John Wasson

Portre of Masters, Edgar Lee

Spoon River Anthology - John Wasson (English)

  Oh! the dew-wet grass of the meadow

  in North Carolina

  Through which Rebecca followed me wailing, wailing,

  One child in her arms, and three that

  ran along wailing,

  Lengthening out the farewell to me off to

  the war with the British,

  And then the long, hard years down to the

  day of Yorktown.

  And then my search for Rebecca,

  Finding her at last in Virginia,

  Two children dead in the meanwhile.

  We went by oxen to Tennessee,

  Thence after years to Illinois,

  At last to Spoon River.

  We cut the buffalo grass,

  We felled the forests,

  We built the school houses, built the bridges,

  Leveled the roads and tilled the fields

  Alone with poverty, scourges, death--

  If Harry Wilmans who fought the Filipinos

  Is to have a flag on his grave

  Take it from mine.

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