(Affixing the Lists of Killed and Wounded: December, 1899)ILast year I called this world of gain-givings The darkest thinkable, and questioned sadly If my own land could heave its pulse less gladly, So charged it seemed with circumstance whence springs The tragedy of things.
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Yet at that censured time no heart was rent Or feature blanched of parent, wife, or daughter By hourly blazoned sheets of listed slaughter;Death waited Nature's wont; Peace smiled unshent From Ind to Occident.
