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 got a Blighty wound. He's safe; and then
 * War's fine and bold and bright.

She can forget the doomed and prisoned men
 * Who agonize and fight.

He's back in France. She loathes the listless strain
 * And peril of his plight.

Beseeching Heaven to send him home again,
 * She prays for peace each night.

Husbands and sons and lovers; everywhere
 * They die; War bleeds us white.

Mothers and wives and sweethearts,—they don't care
 * So long as He's all right.