Nazareth

"L"
IN THE CHICAGO TRIBUNE

On the capture of the city by the British under General Allenby September 21, 1918.

ACROSS the sands by Mary's well
Along the shores of Galilee, 
The paths are pitted deep with shell
And drab with marching infantry.

Perhaps upon the self-same spot 
Where He first lifted up His head, 
In cellar straw and manger cot,
Now Freedom's hosts are billeted.

Then 'twas a life--now myriad death.

The Allied troops win Nazareth.

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