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THE QUESTION (Continued) “Spare, spare my child!” or screams my bullet, saying, “Stay, stay thy flight! My father thou art slaying.” All summer through I heard from each pale sleeper, “Thou shalt not kill.” “Am I my brother's keeper?” I fain replied. And now comes dread December, With “Peace on Earth.” O God! dare I remember? “To men goodwill.” Am I Thy laws fulfilling Who run red-handed—killing, killing, killing? [26]