POETRY
THE WOODS OF COMPIECNE The groves of oak, the serried lines T . ¥ ~ Of tho red-trunk'tl lifting pines, If I ever walk again The kittle lakes thnt stillv lie In the woods of Compiegne, Like down-thrown fragments of the \\hat a difference there will be! sky, I am sure that every tree, Will bo hallow'd by the thought Every flower, each foot of soil. Of tho men who noblv fought; Will recall the soldier's toil, And beauty will be beautified The stress and horror of the fight, Bv memory of those who died, The courage which defeats dismay, If* I over walk again Of those who struggled in the light In tho woods of Compiegne. Of that long September day.
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Lake County Press, Issue 2797, 7 August 1919, Page 2
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120POETRY Lake County Press, Issue 2797, 7 August 1919, Page 2
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