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 "I ain't seen much uv God," said 'e; "Not 'ere nor Over There; But, partly wot I've seen an' read, An' partly wot the padre said, It gits me when I stare Out West when it's like that is now. There must be somethin' else—some'ow.

"I've thought a lot," said Digger Smith— "Out There I thought a lot. I thought uv death, an' all the rest. An' uv me mates, good mates gone West ; An' it ain't much I've got; But things get movin' in me 'ead When I look over there," 'e said.

'E's got me beat, 'as little Smith. I knoo 'im years ago: I knoo 'im as a reel tough boy 'Oo roughed it up with 'oly joy ; But now, well, I dunno. An' when I ask Mar Flood she sighs— An' sez 'e's got the Anzac eyes.

She sez 'e's got them soldier's eyes That makes 'er own eyes wet.