Item 03: Sydney B. Young war diary, 15 October 1916-14 April 1917 - Page 150

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[Page 150]

I'd though my will could master stern temptations wily snare
          
But she gripped me in her clutches sapped my brain & left me bare
          
Man's poor strength is puny feeble when he walks the trail of Vice
                    
I, who braved my parent's teaching, ridiculed their good advice

Think, then when temptation offers In the person of a friend.
               
The devil uses traitrous weapons when he seeks to work your end
                    
Do not let your better nature pander to the devil's tools
                                             
For the life that he would lead you is the "Paradise of Fools"

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