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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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