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Show j Memorial Day , By Helen Welsliiiner THE whole night long I heard the tramp Of soldiers in the street; i3i" pr3 The dawn vas swift with trumpeting -. 3 The day does not repeat. p ' FOR now that I have grown aw uUe ,J r0 gg I do not see a sign : Of anyone in uniform. v Of anyone in lir WHY is it that Memorial Day ' Must make me dream again . Of autumn rain on a windowpane JT-Z y And a corps of marching men? " r WHY do I see you marching by, So near, so gay, so strong? (I had not guessed the road to France . Was ever half so long!) ' 1 . . . jTl. SO long it runs through all the years, : A curious khaki stream, ; ' 'vV " That travels down each thoroughfare "- " And permeates each dream. . - ; - THE war is of small moment iuw, p? For graver days are here,-, u.Lr'i' k l The statesmen often tell us now-i "' L4 SW It isn't true, my dear! ' iT. ' l lCoiyi iKht, l'Mi, by NIvASi-n-, Inc. All ivmil :md song tiKhls rc-rvL(U |