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GOD'S BEASTS
“God's beasts are we,” learn'd Doctors hold,And beasts ne'er dread the fall of night:
When shades of death would us enfold,
Why quail we in the waning light?
The dark, pleasaunce of ancient peace,
Welcome to all and each will give;
To dote on garish toys we'll cease,
And then at last begin to live.
23rd September, 1918.
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