Item 06: Sydney B. Young war diary, 2 February-1 September 1918 - Page 79
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[Page 79]
But Look! a wisp of smoke goes curling high,
Towards the glorious sun which gave it life,
And bears aloft the spirit ne'er to die,
And triumphs still o'er season's bitter strife.
O noble life, so handsome and so brave,
That cheered less happy fellows with a smile,
Till duty's finger pointed o'er the wave,
And pangs of parting gripped his heart the while
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