FRANCE.

Observer, Volume XXXVI, Issue 49, 12 August 1916, Page 15

FRANCE.

They knew her not who lightly 'thought her frivously gayShe who first taught Our grimmer world the sanity of play; They saw the birds that fly the nest "but not. the. brood that stay. And when the. breath of icy Dcjath sweeps like a winter rain, And like a scythe the iron hail cuts down the human grain, How bleed we with her wounded and sorrow for her slain. And when beside, the Marne's red tide—a lioness at bay— She gave September unto Mars to make him holiday, She saved with hers, our kindred soil three thousand miles R. Undeewood Johnson.