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FROM THE GREAT WAR
189

THE PRAYER

Permission of the publishers, Geo. H. Doran Co., New York

You say there's only evil in this war—
That bullets drive out Christ? If you had been
In Furnes with me that night ... what would you say,
I wonder?
It was ruin past all words,
Horror where joyous comfort used to be,
And not clean quiet death, for all day long
The great shells tore the little that remained
Like vultures on a body that still breathes.
They stopped as it grew dark. I looked about
The ghastly wilderness that once had been
The village street, and saw no other life
Except a Belgian soldier, shadowy
Among the shadows, and a little group
Of children creeping from a cellar school
And hurrying home. One older than the rest—
So little older!—mothered them along
Till all at once a stray belated shell
Whined suddenly out of the gloom, and burst
Near by. The babies wailed and clung together,
Helpless with fear. In vain the little mother

Encouraged them—"But no! you mustn't cry,