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 288 lOLO ANEURIN WILLIAMS

��FROM A FLEMISH GRAVEYARD (January, 1915)

A YEAR hence may the grass that waves O'er English men in Flemish graves, Coating this clay with green of peace And softness of a vear's increase, Be kind and lithe as English grass To bend and nod as the winds pass ; It was for grass on English hills These bore too soon the last of ills.

��And may the wind be brisk and clean, And singing cheerfully between The bents a pleasant-burdened song To cheer these English dead along ; For English songs and English winds Are they that bred these English minds.

��And may the circumstantial trees Dip, for these dead ones, in the breeze. And make for them their silver play Of spangled boughs each shiny day.

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