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PATRIOTIC PIECES
Then with its thunderbolts of fire it drove
These saints from out their places—breaking roof,
Wall, window, portal—and the great grave arch
Smoked with the awful funeral smoke of doom.
Thus died they and their church—but from the wreck
Of fire and smoke and broken wood and stone
There rose a figure greater far than they—
Their Lord who dwells within no house of hands;
Whose beauty hath no need of any form!
Out from the fire he passed, and round him went
Marie and Jean, and Etienne and François,
And they went singing, singing, through their France—
And Italy—and England—and the world!
