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"THE PITY OF IT”

[From ‘Spectator,’ of October 31.j

Never to know the day was ours: Never io bear my comrade*' shout ‘'Victory! see the enemy cowers”; Never to sec the German rout. Never to hear of England's "lory; Never to know our cause was won; Never to bear the old, old story; "British soldier, well done, well done.” O Death, this is ihy sting ; O Grave, this is thy victory. Yet shall thy name in town and village, Graven in brass or lasting stone, .Serve as a seed for patriots' tillage, Blood of our blood, and bone of our bone. When the cause, is won and the bells are ringing. You will live in many a country side; And " forty years on ” there will boys be

singing Your memory still, young England's pride! O Death, where is thy sting? O Grave, where is ihy victory? S.L.IEL

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"THE PITY OF IT”, Evening Star, Issue 15693, 6 January 1915

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"THE PITY OF IT” Evening Star, Issue 15693, 6 January 1915

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