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LOOKING DEATH IN THE FACE.
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Surely the very longing for that clasp
Proves us immortal. Immortality
Alone could teach this mortal how to die.
Perhaps, war is but Heaven's great ploughshare, driven
Over the barren, fallow earthly fields,
Preparing them for harvest; rooting up
Grass, weeds, and flowers, which necessary fall,
That in these furrows the wise Husbandman
May drop celestial seed.
May drop celestial seed. So let us die;
Yield up our little lives, as the flowers do;
Believing He 'll not lose one single soul,—
One germ of His immortal. Naught of His
Or Him can perish; therefore let us die.

I half remember, something like to this
She says in her dear letters. So—let 's die.
What, dawn? The faint hum in the trenches fails.
Is that a bell i' the mist? My faith, they go
Early to matins in Sebastopol!—
A gun!—Lads, stand to your arms; the Russ is here.
Agnes.
  Kind Heaven, I have looked Death in the face,
Help me to die.