On my way to and from the land called Holy (a memoir of my work in Palestine-Israel)
Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie — Dust unto dust — The calm sweet earth that mothers all who die As all men must; Mourn not your captured comrades who must dwell — Too strong to strive — Each in his steel-bound coffin of a cell, Buried alive; But rather mourn […]
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