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A CANADIAN ODE

(From the Camp at VaJcartier.) Don't think of death with fright; Old Fate with smirking glee Hath spun her nickel bright. She hides th« coin from sight; It ain't for you and me To think of death with fright. She's spun her nickel bright; "Us my turn next, maybe, To beat into the night. —B. Le M. Andrew, 88th Victoria Fusilhrs.

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A CANADIAN ODE, Evening Star, Issue 15690, 2 January 1915

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A CANADIAN ODE Evening Star, Issue 15690, 2 January 1915

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