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SILOAM SPRING
Excelsior Springs, Mo.
Way out yonder, in the far, far West,
Is one dear old place that I love best;
It's this dear old place that I call my home,
And it's many a mile to "Old Siloam."
We have our medicines and doctors, too,
Yet I make this statement, for I believe 'tis
true.
That there's no medicine where mortals roam
That equals the waters of "Old Siloam."
Pain racked my nerves, fever burned my brow,
I cured it this way, I'll tell you how,
I packed my grip and thence did roam
To the healing waters of "Old Siloam."
Salt-Sulphur Springs and Lithia too,
And other waters as clear as dew,
Yet I think when I go home
I'll fill my jug at "Old Siloam."
And now I'm well, or almost so,
Soon again to my home will go,
To be sheltered again by my dear old home,
And praise the waters of "Old Siloam."
---A. W. Woodworth.
Back:
H13- East Excelsior St.
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Dear Sister+ ( 6-30
JUL 2
19 15
MO.
will answn your
letter with a card
Mother did not
Fland The Operation
Very well, it was much
wase than we had
Espreted, but she
doing fine now and
Samps he is out of Danger
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