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A SOLDIER'S PRAYER
Givenchy village lies a wreck, Givenchy
Church is bare, No more the peasant maidens come to say
their vespers there. The altar rails are wrenched apart, with rubble
littered o'er, The sacred, broken sanctuary-lamp lies smashed
upon the floor; And mute upon the crucifix He looks upon it
all— The great white Christ, the shrapnel-scourged,
upon the eastern wall. |
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