FROM QUINN’S POST
Reading edition
Celestial star that crossed my path, Leaving fair visions in my soul; Oh! why did you e’er leave your realm And break my heart? With mournful dole Now restless night doth me pursue, And fiends do tempt my soul to hell. Ah! gentle maid, if you but knew My inner shrine, and it could tell My hidden love, as deep, as true, As gentle as sweet birds at play; Drift back, bright star, and comfort me In this unending, dreary day. V. N. Hopkins, Pte., A.M.C., att. 17th Aust. Bn.
C. LEYSHON-WHITE 15
“KITCH”
Drawn With an Iodine Brush by C. LEYSHON-WHITE
