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O gentle hands that soothed the soldier's brow,

And knew no service save of Christ the Lord!

Thy country now is all humanity!

How like a flower thy womanhood doth show

In the harsh scything of the German sword,

And beautifies the world that saw it die! George Edward Woodberry

BEFORE MARCHING, AND AFTER (In Memoriam F. W. G.)