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 184 ALICE MEYNELL

��Made thrive the serried flocks and herds. Yonder are men shot through the eyes, And children crushed. Love, hide thy face From man's unpardonable race.

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Who said " No man hath greater love than this

To die to serve his friend ? " So these have loved us all unto the end. Chide thou no more, O thou unsacrificed ! The soldier dying dies upon a kiss.

The very kiss of Christ.

— Alice Meynell.

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