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 Not fugitives of battle, we Hide from the world, and let things be: But rather, looking over earth, Between the bounds of death and birth; And sad at heart, for sorrow and sin, We wondered, where might help begin. And on our wonder came God's choice, A sudden light, a clarion voice, Clearing the dark, and sounding clear: And we obeyed: behold us, here! In prison bound, but with your chains: Sufferers, but of alien pains. Merry the world, and thrives apace, Each in his customary place: Sailors upon the carrying sea, Shepherds upon the pasture lea, And merchants of the town; and they, Who march to death, the fighting way; And there are lovers in the spring, With those, who dance, and those, who sing: The commonwealth of every day, Eastward and westward, far away, Once the sun paled; once cried aloud The Roman, from beneath the cloud: This day the Son of God is dead! Yet heed men, what the Roman said? They heed not: we then heed for them, The mindless of Jerusalem; Careless, they live and die: but we Care, in their stead, for Calvary. O joyous men and women! strong, To urge the wheel of life along,