Rudyard Kipling, born in Bombay, India, on December 30, 1865, made a significant contribution to English Literature in various genres including poetry ..
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The Garden called Gethsemane In Picardy it was, And there the people came to see The English soldiers pass. We used to pass -- we used to pass Or halt, as it might be, And ship our masks in case of gas Beyond Gethsemane.
The Garden called Gethsemane, It held a pretty lass, But all the time she talked to me I prayed my cup might pass. The officer sat on the chair, The men lay on the grass, And all the time we halted there I prayed my cup might pass.
It didn't pass -- it didn't pass -- It didn't pass from me. I drank it when we met the gas Beyond Gethsemane.
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Gethsemane by Rudyard Kipling