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30 F. W. BOURDILLON
��HERE: AND THERE
HERE
Soft benediction of September sun ; Voices of children, laughing as they run; Green English lawns, bright flowers and butterflies ; And over all the blue embracing skies.
THERE
Tumult and roaring of the incessant gun; Dead men and dying, trenches lost and won ; Blood, mud, and havoc, bugles, shoutings, cries; And over all the blue embracing skies.
— F. W. Bourdillon.
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