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 /. Lewis Milligan

Still the broken bells of Flanders

Chime their hope down misty years; When the dust claims these Commanders Christ is born ! shall ring through Flanders When the Prince of Peace appears.

Do you hear the bells soft chiming From the blessed Yules of yore? Sweeter far than poet s rhyming Is their message, and their chiming Shall re-echo evermore !

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��MUNITIONS

LACK, sweaty visaged in the furnace flame,

They juggle with the seething element ; With Vulcan strokes they beat it till they tame

The deep-mined mineral into mute content : Now tis a hollow cone of battered steel,

Rough and inert, a dead and graceless hull ; They set it on a flying belted wheel

And hew it to a surface beautiful.

Unto the brim they fill the shining cup

With deadly morsels charged with blasts of hell,

With perfect cap and screw they seal it up- And lo ! you have the thing we call a shell/

With which they feed the mouths of mighty guns

To glut the war-lust of the turgid Huns.

��THEY SHALL RETURN

HEY shall return when the wars are over, When battles are memories dim and far;

Where guns now stand shall be corn and clover, Flowers shall bloom where the blood-drops are.

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