At Rheims 24
But sudden in the hush between
Death and the doomed, there stands
Against those levelled guns a priest,
Gentle, with outstretched hands.
Be not as guilty as they ! he cries . . .
Each lets his weapon fall,
As if a vision showed him France
And vengeance vain and small.
Robert Laurence Binyon
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