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Rh And here is the same foreshadowing in Ewart Alan Mackintosh's 'Ghosts of War';

If men with hope and happiness to lose could thus calmly abjure it all without a tremor, it is the less to be wondered at that others who have made a waste of life and are burdened with shame and remorse, like the soldier pictured in W. H. Littlejohn's dramatic lyric 'To S——, A Man who Died Bravely,' should see a way of redemption in the sacrifice of self for the saving of the world and take the road to death glad in the certainty of gaining life by losing it:

I have plucked a blowing rosebud, and I trailed it in the mire,

I have left a spirit's temple frail grey ashes of dead fire,

—I have made a saintly woman plaything of a foul desire.