The War Films

 O living pictures of the dead, 
O songs without a sound, 
O fellowship whose phantom tread 
Hallows a phantom ground -- 
How in a gleam have these revealed 
The faith we had not found. 

We have sought God in a cloudy Heaven, 
We have passed by God on earth: 
His seven sins and his sorrows seven, 
His wayworn mood and mirth, 
Like a ragged cloak have hid from us 
The secret of his birth. 

Brother of men, when now I see 
The lads go forth in line, 
Thou knowest my heart is hungry in me 
As for thy bread and wine; 
Thou knowest my heart is bowed in me 
To take their death for mine.

Form: Lyric

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