FROM THE GREAT WAR
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Reproachful eyes at them. Their eyes were open
Also, and staring at the shadowy shapes
Of ruin all around them. Now that prayer
Had grown too hard even for little children.
"I know—I know—but we must say the prayer,"
She faltered. "Give us this day our daily bread,
And—and forgive—" she stopped.
"Our trespasses
As we forgive them who have trespassed against us."
The children turned amazed to see who spoke
The words they could not. I too turned to him,
The soldier there beside me—and I looked
Into King Albert's face ... I have no words
To tell you what I saw ... only I thought
That while a man's breast held a heart like that,
Christ was not—even here—so far away.
