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ARMS AND THE MAN Young Croesus went to pay his call On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall: And, though his wound was healed and mended, He hoped he'd get his leave extended. ARMS AND THE MAN YOUNG CREASES WENT TO PAY HIS CALL ON COLONEL SAWBONE'S CAXTON HALL AND THOUGH HIS WOUND WAS HEALED AND MENDED HE HOPED HE'D GET HIS LEAVE EXTENDED
 Of course they're "longing to go out again,"-- These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk, They'll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,-- Their dreams that drip with murder; and they'll be proud Of glorious war that shatter'd all their pride ... Men who went out to battle, grim and glad; Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad. CRAIGLOCKHART, Oct. 1917. JOY-BELLS Ring your sweet bells; but let them be farewells To the green-vista'd gladness of the past That changed us into soldiers; swing your bells To a joyful chime; but let it be the last. What means this metal in windy belfries hung When guns are all our need? Dissolve these bells Whose tones are tuned for peace: with martial tongue Let them cry doom and storm the sun with shells. Bells are like fierce-browed prelates who proclaim That "if our Lord returned He'd fight for us." So let our bells and bishops do the same, Shoulder to shoulder with the motor-bus.   SECTION FORTY ONE OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGRID SESSOON BY SIGRISSOON READ FOR LIVER VOX DATORG BY MARK HISSONG 
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