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In the last remnant of Belgium, a corner yet unconquered by / the German horde, I saw a tall young man walking among the dunes, / between the sodden lowland and the tumbling sea.
The hills where he trod were of sand heaped high by the western winds; / and the growth over them was wire-grass and thistles, bayberry and / golden broom and stunted pine, with many humble wild flowers -- things / of no use, yet beautiful.