FOR FRANCE.
I met a little ragged lad Upon tile road to Loos one day ; A broken crust was all he had, His home in blackened ruins lay; But smiling, with uplifted head, “M’sieu, it is for France!” he said. In Rheiins 1 saw a widow lone, Her six sons dead upon the field; Yet from her lips there came no moan, Her flashing eyes no tears might yield ; “Thu lesser spirits mourn their dead; I glory—’tis for France!” she said, I gazed o'er plains where, battleworn They lie, who fought this War of wars; And from a moonlit waste forlorn There rose a song that shook the stars And triumphed o’er the silent dead: “They died that France might live!” ft said, Queensland. R. A. Smith.
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Hokitika Guardian, 27 February 1919, Page 3
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127FOR FRANCE. Hokitika Guardian, 27 February 1919, Page 3
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