SONGS FROM FRANCE
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SCARS Summer sweeps, like sad laughter, over France, Touching the fields with flower-tinted mirth; Bringing its wistful gladness to an earth That has been stabbed with sorrow's bitter lance; Bringing again the hint of old romance, Bringing again the magic of re-birth; Paying again the price that youth was worth— OVER DIM WAYSIDE MOUNDS THE GRASSES DANCE! Where there were shell holes summer sends, un- heeding, Blossoms to deck the broken country side; Where, in another season, heroes, bleeding, Fell for the cause of righteousness, and died, Green creeper twines its vivid arms, half-pleading, But there are scars that summer cannot hide!