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Last year he drew the harvest home / Along the winding upland lane; / The children twisted marigolds / And clover flowers, to deck his mane. / Last year -- he drew the harvest home!
To-day -- with puzzled, patient face, / With ears a-droop, and weary feet, / He marches to the sound of drums, / And draws the gun along the street. / To-day -- he draws the guns of war!
L. G. MOBERLY