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Then
1
The parson to the padre said,“Once, in a book, these words I read:
‘If any man take thy coat; why, go
And offer him thy cloak also.’”
2
I heard the lump of shrapnel droneAt midnight in the shatter'd bone:
“Let us remember that sweet verse
Which bids us bless who brings the curse.”
3
And from his grave one calleth clear:“When I come home again, my dear,
And my head on your bosom lies,
We will forgive our enemies.”
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