"Fear not! For unto you is born a Child,
In David's city Christ the Lord is born!"
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Adown a road in Picardy
Where War has wed Romance,
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A catafalque beneath St. Stephen's spire;
Tensed mobs, that sob and surge with fearful breath;
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A devil serves our masters
And warps to their desire
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Before the raid at Avion, we talked an hour or more,
Of home, and hopes, and girls, and beer, of profiteers and war,
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Cloying her lips as the honeycomb, smooth are the words of her mouth,
But her feet in the paths of the hopeless roam, and her steps
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Death trysted me while youth was dewy still;
She offered Glory for my passion's fee;
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Doubtless yours are the Masters, giants of mind and of soul,
Not fanciful faked pilasters, but columns, supporting the whole;
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Eighteen; and Life had shewn him all she hath
Of hate and bitterness and carking care;
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Father, our souls are heavy, pent in the shackles of flesh,
Fagged of our masters' levy, snared in the Empire's mesh;
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From Mericourt to Avion
'Tis but a mile or so:
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God is our chosen Leader -- but let Him understand
That He may only guide us where our desires command!
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Here shrines are void and voiceless, all are fled;
Roofless the columns and the altars bare.
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Ho! Ye who mourn the serried ranks that mould
On fens of Flanders, hills of Picardy,
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I saw, in No Man's land,
Tw boys handclasp in brotherhood of death,
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I've never been to Thessaly, and Ida's vales may never see
Where gods have doffed divinity for wanton love and play;
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Long has been the pilgrimage, Oh son of my begetting;
Weary through the centuries and o'er the deserts wide;
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Men, brother men, who, voiceless, round us fret,
How can ye credit still they are sincere?
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My eyes are cold, and brazen are my lips,
My smile is bold, but sometimes longing slips
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My God, or thine? -- or God of each and both?
My God, say you? Then let me not be loath
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O, Canada, our lives we pledge to thee,
Our hearts and hands, to set thy people free;
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Oh boy of mine, spread-eagled on your bed,
Whose is the see-er eye that might divine
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Oh Shade obscene from out the jungled past,
Fear o' the Dark made incarnate again,
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Private Scott of the Highlanders,
Strutted and swanked in the market-place.
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She entered to the courtroom, and took the prisoners' stand;
Her filmy gown was yellow as the primrose in her hand;
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Spring is in the Valley, sap and budding time,
A thousand voices rally into sheer, clear rhyme;
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The Genoese his world's horizon scanned;
Fools scoffed him, savants laughed and bishops banned
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The organ peals through pictured panes that etch strange patterns on the grass,
A thorned head shadowed on the flags, beneath the fe
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There you have it, Art is Culture, so we're cultured head to toe,
For our ads do bring us learning sealed to Michael Angelo;
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There's ships that bring us cargoes, but not of our desire,
Their ladings hail from all the ports 'twixt Halifax and
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