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A Cross in Flanders
In the face of death, they say, he joked–he had no fear;
His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders grave,
Wrote on a rough-hewn cross–a Calvary stood near–
"Without a fear he gave
"His life, cheering his men, with laughter on his lips."
So wrote they, mourning him. Yet was there only one
Who fully understood his laughter, his gay quips,
One only, she alone–
She who, not so long since, when love was new-confest,
Herself toyed with light laughter while her ...
Published on February 19, 2012 05:00