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Show rW for Us V kdl Their Memory jhj YY Must Live My Wlilta against Ilia (rajr, Patchea on tha barnt Rrd amona tha roof-tilra By tha twitting Mama. Not another token Of the bearta there broken. Gold tha atanding wheat. Green tha fallen corn. ' Thick tha branchea meet By the twisting Mama. Do they ever tell here Of the men who fell here? Sudden, from on high. Birds of peace are caught Playing m the sky Where tbe war birds fought Past and present tryitlng Where the Marne la twisting. Anna Hard ka New York Herald Trfbuaa. j |