  (The Great German Offensive, March—May 1918) A night of storm and thunder crashing by, A bitter night of tempest and of rain— Then calm at dawn beneath a wind-swept sky, And broken flowers that will not bloom again. An age of Death and Agony and Tears, A cruel age of woe unguessed before— Then peace to close the weary storm-wrecked years, And broken hearts that bleed for evermore. France. |
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