 | Christmas Roses for Nineteen-Hundred and Fourteen |  |
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Here: and There.
September, 1914.
Here.
Soft benediction of September sun;
Voices of children, laughing as they run;
Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies
And over all the blue embracing skies.
Voices of children, laughing as they run;
Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies
And over all the blue embracing skies.
There.
Tumult and roaring of the incessant gun;
Dead men and dying, trenches lost and won;
Blood, mud, and havoc, bugles, shoutings, cries;
And over all the blue embracing skies.
Dead men and dying, trenches lost and won;
Blood, mud, and havoc, bugles, shoutings, cries;
And over all the blue embracing skies.
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