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92 JOHN FREEMAN
��THE RETURN
I HEARD the rumbling guns. I saw the smoke, The unintelhgible shock of hosts that still,
Far off, unseeing, strove and strove again ; And beauty flying naked down the hill.
From morn to eve : and the stern night cried Peace !
And shut the strife in darkness : all was still. Then slowly crept a triumph on the dark —
And I heard Beauty singing up the hill.
— John Freeman.
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