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“C’est toi qui dors dans Vombre, O sacré Souvenir.”

      If we could have remembrance now

     And see, as in the days to come

     We shall, what’s venturous in these hours:

     The swift, intangible romance of fields at home,

     The gleams of sun, the showers,

     Our workaday contentments, or our powers

     To fare still forward through the uncharted haze

     Of present days..

     For, looking back when years shall flow

     Upon this olden day that’s now,

     We’ll see, romantic in dimm’d hours,

     These memories of ours.