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And doubt, despair, and disillusionment,

And how were grievous wounds on many a head,

And on your garb red-faced was other red;

And how you stooped as men whose strength was spent,

I knew that we had suffered each as other,

And could have grasped your hand and cried, "My brother!"

Joseph Lee

THE CHALLENGE OF THE GUNS

RED POPPIES IN THE CORN

'VE seen them in the morning light,

When white mists drifted by:

I've seen them in the dusk o' night

Glow 'gainst the starry sky.

The slender waving blossoms red,

Mid yellow fields forlorn:

A glory on the scene they shed,

Red Poppies in the Corn.

I've seen them, too, those blossoms red,

Show 'gainst the Trench lines' screen.

A crimson stream that waved and spread

Thro' all the brown and green: