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 H, you that took our sin and pain

Upon your shoulders long ago,

Are you come back to earth again,

About the battle do you go?

By trenches where with bitter cries

Men's spirits leave their tortured clay,

Oh, wanderer with the mournful eyes,

Are you on Flanders soil to-day?

The battle fog is wreathed and curled

Before us, that we cannot see

The darkness of the newer world

As your eternal agony,

The gallant hearts, the bitter blood,

The pains of them that have not died,

A bright light in the eyes of God

And a sharp spear-point in his side.