TO THE CHILDREN OF FRANCE

I wish you, children, playing round

On this too-rudely trampled ground,

Only the good things I would send

To all the children I befriend.

But one wish circles all: To know

Little of what your elders do,

And somehow into the sunlight grow

Out of the mists they stumble through.

R. R. Kirk, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.

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