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The War Films

O living pictures of the dead,O songs without a sound,O fellowship whose phantom treadHallows a phantom ground—How in a gleam have these revealedThe faith we had not found.
We have sought God in a cloudy Heaven,We have passed by God on earth:His seven sins and his sorrows seven,His wayworn mood and mirth,Like a ragged cloak have hid from usThe secret of his birth.
Brother of men, when now I seeThe lads go forth in line,Thou knowest my heart is hungry in meAs for thy bread and wine:Thou knowest my heart is bowed in meTo take their death for mine.

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