Item 01: Henry Weston Pryce diary, May 1916-ca. 1918 - Page 134
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[Page 134]
He sings of War with a minstrels glee
Of fields where harvests of hate lie spread
Of sounds and smells, and of sights they see
Who [indecipherable] only the pardoned Dead
His Joy is in Ugliness - armored cars
That crush men down in the poisoned mire
He sings of a night without/devoid of stars
He sings of a sun devoid of fire/withouthis fire.
For, mark you, Rovanne has been & seen
This madness crept to the brain of Rovanne
Where gun fought gun & in filth between
The man-beast grappled his Brother man
He prayed for Death but he prayed in vain
He faced Truth fairly & eye to eye.
Then laughter sprang in his eyes again
And he laughed & no longer had mind to die.
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