TO THE CHILDREN OF FRANCE
I wish you, children, playing round
On this too-rudely trampled ground,
Only the good things I would send
To all the children I befriend.
But one wish circles all: To know
Little of what your elders do,
And somehow into the sunlight grow
Out of the mists they stumble through.
R. R. Kirk, Pvt., G2, S.O.S.