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Page 118 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1

Moir, Ethel, 1916, Document
of 617
Page 118 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 118 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 118 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Page 118 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
Library Item
25146
Page 118 from Ethel Moir Diary, Vol 1
"To The Serbian & Russian Soldiers."

"I have eaten your bread & salt;
I have drunk your water & wine(?!);
The deaths you died I have sat beside
And the lives that you led were mine."/
Kipling.


"Song of The Camp Fire."
"Few are you & far & lonely, yet an army forms behind:
Let my warmth & glow caress you, for your trails are grim & hard"

"A little heap of ashes, grey & sodden by the rain,
Wind-scattered, blurred & blotted by the snow:
A little heap of ashes - Yea! a miracle Divine
The footprint of a god, all-radiant Fire."
R. Service.
1916
20.4 x 16.0 cm
Edinburgh and Scottish Collection