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40 OFF DUTY
Look ! A gun flash to the eastward ! " Cover,
matey ! Under cover ! Don't you know the flash of danger ? You
should know that signal well; You can hear it as it's coming. There it passes ;
swooping over. There's a threat of desolation in the passing of
a shell."
Little spears of grass are waving, decked with
jewels iridescent— Hark! A man on watch is stricken—I can
hear his dying moan— Lies a road across the starland near the wan
and waning crescent, Where a sentinel off-duty goes to reach his
Maker's Throne. |
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