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Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1914

WAR

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Fools, fools, fools, Your blood is hot to-day. It cools When you are clay. It joins the very clod Wherein you look at God, Wherein at last you see The living God, The loving God, Which was your enemy.

The Nation Witter Bynner

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