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60 Standing on the fire-step

In softly falling snow,

It came to him—the carol—

Out of the long ago.

He heard the glorious organ

Fill transept, loft and nave.

He faintly heard the pulpit words:

"Himself he could not save."

And all the wires in No-man's-land

Seemed thrummed by ghostly thumbs;

There woke then such a harping

As when a hero comes,

As when a hero homeward comes—

And then his thought was back:

He leaned against the parapet

And peered into the black.