A. P. Bowen, Sgt., R.T.O.
THE LILY
The lily sadly drooped her head;
“My France is bowed in grief!” she said.
“Must I live on to satisfy
The conquering Teuton’s lustful eye?
Lord, let me wither!
Let me die!”
The lily proudly raised her head;
“My France is free once more!” she said.