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[Page 76]

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a fingers breadth above the dipping image.
There in the murk and fume of leaden grey, while yet the higher sky is crystal clear and brilliant as with the luster and hues of new cut gems; hangs the great sun. Not as a symbol of glory, a tape of gold, or a dazzling source of life:
No! for he is robbed of all splendour, and is changed, as though by a miracle, to be a sign of the curse and the tragedy of war which troubles the earth. And, maybe, a sign of sacrifice, which we may not clearly read or understand.
There in the murk and fume of leaden grey he hangs like a great drop of blood

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