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234 It is the old, the odorous privacy

That once had been both peace and gentle song,

But now how such an evening troubles me

After earth's five most awful years of wrong...

Whilst inland, from the plains, the crags, the sea,

With all the stars the dead men's armies throng.

TO THE DEAD DOUGHBOYS

(After Versailles)

BY WILLIAM ELLERY LEONARD

ARMISTICE

BY CHARLES BUXTON GOING

How close the white-ranked crosses stand

Beneath the flag which seems to be

A soaring, hovering glory-cloud

On lily fields of Calvary!

Ours, ours they are—

Those dead, dead knights who won the golden star