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Rh Out of that dream I awoke.

On the borders of night, serenely far,

Unmenacing glimmered the evening star.

No ghoulish air-fleets blotted the blue.

The dew of the dusk was sweet;

But the voice of an enemy mortar spoke,

And my comrade fell at my feet

With his skull split through....

Then in my soul I prayed

To the wise All-Father, and said:

"God, if no merciful plan

May reconcile man to man,

Then raise thine omnipotent arm;

Blacken our skies with the woe

Of some all-menacing harm;

That, awed by a common foe

And a common fate,

Our hearts may shatter the gate

From the narrower self, and advance to unity dedicate,"

Then shall our triumph ring

Whether we stand or fall;

For the wreck of the flesh is a paltry thing,

But love is all in all.