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IN FRENCH FIELDS.
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And later, when the Word made Man
Came down in God's salvation-plan
To pay for sin the ransom price,
The beams that formed the Cross we gave,
These, red in blood of power to save,
Were altars of the Sacrifice.

In memory of such great events
Men come to worship our remains,
Kneel down in prayer within our tents,
And kiss our old trunks' weather-stains.
The saint, the poet, and the sage
Hear, and shall hear from age to age,
Sounds in our foliage like the voice
Of many waters. In these shades,
Their burning words are forged like blades,
While their uplifted souls rejoice.