Prickly Pear, The . ld the story tell. They might speak of the scenes of they sang in their joy in the morn of time, And rejoiced at its wondrous they break the silence of unknown years. We should sigh oer the centuries old,With their laughter and tears, with their hopes and their fears,? ; But their story of life is untold. If the stars of the night could the story tell Of the battlefields heaped with the faces upturned to the cold, bright sky. They would tell of heroic , the deeds of the brave who for freedom died With a passionate sacrifice,: Oh, the
Prickly Pear, The . ld the story tell. They might speak of the scenes of they sang in their joy in the morn of time, And rejoiced at its wondrous they break the silence of unknown years. We should sigh oer the centuries old,With their laughter and tears, with their hopes and their fears,? ; But their story of life is untold. If the stars of the night could the story tell Of the battlefields heaped with the faces upturned to the cold, bright sky. They would tell of heroic , the deeds of the brave who for freedom died With a passionate sacrifice,: Oh, the heroes unknown whom the world might love, Could we read the tale of the skies! ! If the stars of the night could the story tell ;. ~ That by lovers lips was told. That is heard with a tremulous thrill today, As it was in the ages old;Oh, the idle vows and the breaking heart Would affright each faithless love,But the plighted troth of the loyal soulWould be true as the stars above. The Prickly Pear Page Thirty-Nine. Fage Forty The Prickly Pear 1. iH. C, 91.
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