There's always some new river in the way
(I like to think that rivers matter still).
Always the bridge was broken yesterday;
And panting hosts are thwarted of their kill.
But patience, tank—stand back, you saucy jeeps!
We have a wizard all the world must clap.
Over the stream our Mr. Bailey leaps,
And leaves his monument on every map.
March 18, 1945
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