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Robert W Service - The Stretcher-BeRobert W Service - The Stretcher-Be
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My stretcher is one scarlet stain,    And as I tries to scrape it clean, I tell you wot I`m sick with pain    For all I`ve `eard, for all I`ve seen; Around me is the `ellish night,    And as the war`s red rim I trace, I wonder if in `Eaven`s height,    Our God don`t turn away `Is Face. I don`t care `oose the Crime may be;    I `olds no brief for kin or clan; I `ymns no `ate: I only see    As man destroys his brother man; I waves no flag: I only know,    As `ere beside the dead I wait, A million `earts is weighed with woe,    A million `omes is desolate. In drippin` darkness, far and near,    All night I`ve sought them woeful ones. Dawn shudders up and still I `ear    The crimson chorus of the guns. Look! like a ball of blood the sun    `Angs o`er the scene of wrath and wrong. . . . "Quick! Stretcher-bearers on the run!"    O Prince of Peace! `ow long, `ow long?
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