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&uag-Hole
By WHITTAKERCHAMBERS
He waited and, as he
waited, grew less eager.
He had come first, believing he was anxious.
The quag lay buried in the darkness at his feet.
The village lights shone f a r between and meager.
Me mustnotwhistlehere.Hisnervesgrewtauter.
A wind, that rose among the woods behind him,
Diedthroughthe
fields. Then silence-broken
By turtles puddling the inviskble bogwater.
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Ballad
By CHARLES NORMAN
When Christ came down from Galilee
He wasmost plainly clad,
~Alrd villagesturned out t o see
The look he had.
Christ was a good man, preaching love,
And brotherhood, and pity:
And so on the hill that stood above
The towered city,
They nailed him on a cross with two
Who sinned in other fashion.
And splendidly he died, as do
Most men of passion.
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