At Rheims 24 Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

At Rheims 24

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But sudden in the hush between
Death and the doomed, there stands

Against those levelled guns a priest,
Gentle, with outstretched hands.

Be not as guilty as they ! he cries . . .

Each lets his weapon fall,
As if a vision showed him France

And vengeance vain and small.

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