The Stranger in London 59 The Transvaal in June 62 Johannesburg 63 In the Land of the Silences 65 

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[Pg 13]

The Great War

Into His colour store God dipped His hand

And drew it forth

Full of strange hues forgotten, contraband

Of War and Wrath.

Time wove the pattern of the years, that so

The quick and dead

Might knit their bleeding crosses in. And lo!

A patch of red!

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[Pg 14]

My London Garden, 1914

My Garden is a tiny square

Of bordered green

And gravel brown

In misty town,

And chimneys smoky and unclean

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