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 30 F. W. BOURDILLON

��HERE: AND THERE

HERE

Soft benediction of September sun ; Voices of children, laughing as they run; Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies ; And over all the blue embracing skies.

THERE

Tumult and roaring of the incessant gun; Dead men and dying, trenches lost and won ; Blood, mud, and havoc, bugles, shoutings, cries; And over all the blue embracing skies.

— F. W. Bourdillon.

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