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 86 JAMES BERNARD PAGAN

Our blood has stained your threshold — will you

stain Your soul, give nothing and take all our gain ? Why did I come ? I ask not, nor repent ; Something blazed up inside me, and I went. The khaki fringe is frayed, and now a rent Needs men — needs men, and I am almost spent. Night, and the "ready" ... so sleep well, my

friend. . . The guns again are going ... I must stick it to

the end.

— James Bernard Fag an.

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