The Black Christ & Other Poems/Two Epitaphs

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Two Epitaphs
1 For the Unknown Soldier (Paris)

UNKNOWN but not unhonored rest,
Symbol of all Time shall not reap;
Not one stilled heart in that torn breast,
But a myriad millions sleep.

2 For a Child Still-born
HERE sleeps a spark that never burned,
A seed not granted spring to bloom,
A soul whose darkened pathway turned
From tomb of flesh to dusty tomb.

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