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Rh Reproachful eyes at them. Their eyes were open

Also, and staring at the shadowy shapes

Of ruin all around them. Now that prayer

Had grown too hard even for little children.

"I know—I know—but we must say the prayer,"

She faltered. "Give us this day our daily bread,

And—and forgive—" she stopped.

"Our trespasses

As we forgive them who have trespassed against us."

The children turned amazed to see who spoke

The words they could not. I too turned to him,

The soldier there beside me—and I looked

Into King Albert's face ... I have no words

To tell you what I saw ... only I thought

That while a man's breast held a heart like that,

Christ was not—even here—so far away.

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