Above—the flag blows to the air:
Sad parents seek vainly and weep:
There are lights 'mid the thistles, and cries of despair:
A rifle cracks loudly, and bonfires glare...
Below—where the blind creatures creep,
Hidden deep,
Two pretty babes smile in their sleep.
a very fine poem. tony
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Above—the flag blows to the air: Sad parents seek vainly and weep: There are lights 'mid the thistles, and cries of despair: A rifle cracks loudly, and bonfires glare... Below—where the blind creatures creep, Hidden deep, Two pretty babes smile in their sleep. a very fine poem. tony