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Harold John Jarvis And gave them willingly

As Christ gave His, that day on Calvary.

A stricken Christ. . . a broken shrine. . . and men

In khaki marching by. . . . How little less

Divine these khaki-clads in their worn dress

Than He, the Christ of God? For in each man

The same soul burns.

And ere I leave the shrine,

I look upon the Christ—then at the line

Of men. . . back to His face and those closed eyes

So open when one lingeringly looks

As if into their depths. These men. . . those eyes. ..

Loving, pain-haunted eyes, hard gazing down

They seem,

On these these other Christs in thin disguise

Of khaki- brown. 79