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Show The Soldiers Pass. Down by the nrchea of whlto and green, The bugle Is soiindlut,'. clear and keen; They aro bringing Mags of tattered weaves : There aro Mowers tucked In the empty sleeves. Huyors and sellers, for one short hour. Are busily throwing a wreath or n Mower. And the sun shines down on the silvered hali-Of hali-Of these Oroat Hearts marching through Vanity Fair. I'ii fiom the streets the war songs come The word of cuminiind nnd the tnp of tlw dr:n; Hut some are grudged of tho revelry: Death had not pleased that they should see. And on the street a great hush dwells, For the people have mind of these last farewells, And the soldiers pass nnd are no mora teen, Uown by the arches of white and green |