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 THE • YEAR'S • AT • THE • SPRING

Though joy and blindness he shall know,

Not caring much to know, that still,

Nor lead nor steel shall reach him, so

That it be not the Destined Will.

The thundering line of battle stands,

And in the air Death moans and sings;

But Day shall clasp him with strong hands,

And Night shall fold him in soft wings.

JULIAN GRENFELL

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