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XXXIII
THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS[1]
We travelled in the print of olden wars,
Yet all the land was green,
And love we found, and peace,
Where fire and war had been.
They pass and smile, the children of the sword—
No more the sword they wield;
And O, how deep the corn
Along the battlefield!
- ↑ From Travels with a Donkey.
