«Epitaphs of the War». 1914-1918. 23. The Rebel If I had clamoured at Thy Gate For gift of Life on Earth, And, thrusting through the souls that wait, Flung headlong into birth— Even then, even then, for gin and snare About my pathway spread, Lord, I had mocked Thy thoughtful care Before I joined the Dead! But now?... I was beneath Thy Hand Ere yet the Planets came. And now—though Planets pass, I stand The witness to Thy shame! |
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