Produced by jj and Claudine Corbasson (This file was produced from scans of public domain works at The National Library of Australia.) _To you who tread that dire itinerary Who go like pedlars down the routes of Death, Grey in its bloody traffic, but who gaze Inured upon its scarlet merchandise With eyes too young to have yet wholly shed The pity moving roundness of the child--…
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