South of the Line, inland from far Durban, A mouldering soldier lies—your countryman. Awry and doubled up are his gray bones, And on the breeze his puzzled phantom moans Nightly to clear Canopus: "I would know By whom and when the All-Earth-gladdening Law Of Peace, brought in by that Man Crucified, Was ruled to be inept, and set aside? And what of logic or of truth appears In tacking `Anno Domini` to the years? Near twenty-hundred livened thus have hied, But tarries yet the Cause for which He died."SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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