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 The black log crashed above the white: The little flames and lean, Red as slaughter and blue as steel, That whistled and fluttered from head to heel, Leaped up anew, for they found their meal On the heart of the Boondi Queen!

ITH those that bred, with those that loosed the strife, He had no part whose hands were clear of gain; But subtle, strong, and stubborn, gave his life To a lost cause, and knew the gift was vain.

Later shall rise a people, sane and great, Forged in strong fires, by equal war made one; Telling old battles over without hate— Not least his name shall pass from sire to son.

He may not meet the onsweep of our van In the doomed city when we close the score; Yet o'er his grave—his grave that holds a man— Our deep-tongued guns shall answer his once more!

HENCE comest thou, Gehazi, So reverend to behold, In scarlet and in ermines And chain of England's gold?"