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What was the blackest sight to me Of all that campaign? ''A naked woman tied to a tree ''With jagged holes where her breasts should be, ''Rotting there in the rain.

On we pressed to the battle fray, Dogged and dour and spent. Sudden I heard my Captain say: “ Voilà! Kultur has passed this way, And left us a monument.”

So I looked and I saw our Colonel there, And his grand head, snowed with the years, Unto the beat of the rain was bare; And, oh, there was grief in his frozen stare, And his cheeks were stung with tears!

Then at last he turned from the woeful tree, And his face like stone was set;