Item 01: John Duncan McRae diary, 5 October-11 December 1917 - Page 54
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[Page 54]
"What would we give to our beloved?
"The heros heart, to be unmoved,
"The poet's star turned harp, to sweep ,
"The patriot's voice, to teach & rouse,
"The monarch's crown, to light the brows
"He giveth His beloved, sleep,
"O earth, so full of dreary noises!
"O men, with wailing in your voices!
"O delved gold, the wailers weep!
:O strife, O curse, that o'er it fall!
"God makes a silence through you all
"and giveth His beloved sleep"
The psalmist David, whose words these are, was also a soldier & like us wandered far from home,& was often times lonely & weary; his words of
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