WHEN you are twining wreaths of rose and columbine To outlines of a tomb too new,
Remember, spring makes little tents all green and cool
For soldier boys this old world never knew.
When spring comes tripping down the lane once more
And children bring you violets of blue,
When your tender heart is strained, beyond the breaking
Let this be my farewell, dear heart, to you.
When spring comes , s............