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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

REEN gardens in Laventie!

Soldiers only know the street

Where the mud is churned and splashed about

By battle-wending feet;

Look for it when you pass.

Beyond the Church whose pitted spire

Seems balanced on a strand

Of swaying stone and tottering brick

Two roofless ruins stand,

We found a garden green.

The grass was never trodden on,

The little path of gravel 88