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Soldier's Dream

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big—gun gears;
And caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts;
And buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts;
And rusted every bayonet with His tears.
 
And there were no more bombs, of ours or Theirs,
Not even an old flint—lock, not even a pikel.
But God was vexed, and gave all power to Michael;
And when I woke he’d seen to our repairs.

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