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BURGH AND PARISH OF PEEBLES. 3 I 5.
TO ANY SOLDIER.
If you have come through hell stricken or maimed,
Vistas of pain confronting you on earth ;
If the long road of life holds naught of worth
And from your hands the last toll has been claimed ;
If memories of horrors none has named
Haunt with their shadows your courageous mirth
And joys you hope to harvest turn to dearth,
And the high goal is lost at which you aimed ;
Think this — and may your heart's pain thus be healed-
Because of me some flower to fruitage blew,
Some harvest ripened on a death-dewed field,
And in a shattered village some child grew
To womanhood inviolate, safe and pure.
For these great things know your reward is sure.

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