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WHEN I'M AMONG A BLAZE OF LIGHTS WHEN I'M AMONG A BLAZE OF LIGHTS
l chime; but let it be the last. What means this metal in windy belfries hung When guns are all our need? Dissolve these bells Whose tones are tuned for peace: with martial tongue Let them cry doom and storm the sun with shells. Bells are like fierce-browed prelates who proclaim That "if our Lord returned He'd fight for us." So let our bells and bishops do the same, Shoulder to shoulder with the motor-bus. ARMS AND THE MAN Young Croesus went to pay his call On Colonel Sawbones, Caxton Hall: And, though his wound was healed and mended, He hoped he'd get his leave extended. The waiting-room was dark and bare. He eyed a neat-framed notice there Above the fireplace hung to show Disabled heroes where to go For arms and legs; with scale of price, And words of dignified advice How officers could get them free. Elbow or shoulder, hip or knee,-- Two arms, two legs, though all were lost, They'd be restored him free of cost. Then a Girl-Guide looked in to say, "Will Captain Croesus come this way?  SECTION FORTY TWO OF THE WAR POEMS OF SIGHFRIED SASSOON BY SIGRIED SAUSSOON READ FOR LIVERBOX DATORG BY MARK HISSONG
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