But not till night shall they go up the steep,
And, nervous now because the end is near,
Totter at last to quietness and to sleep.

And men who find it easier to forget,
In England here, among the daffodils,
That there in France are fields unflowered yet,
And murderous May-days on the unlovely hills--
Let them go walking where the land is fair
And watch the breaking of a morn in May,
And think, "It may be Zero over there,
But here is Peace"--and kneel awhile, and pray.

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"Surely one result of the war will be that civilised races
will regard the German as an outcast unfit to associate with
or to have dealings with on equal terms. If he is able to
say 'tu grogue' we shall put ourselves in a false
position."--_Times of India_.

For ourselves, we decline to do this. We shall simply call him
another.

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[Illustration: FOR SERVICES RENDERED.

A GERMAN DECORATION FOR BRITISH STRIKERS.]

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