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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

A Song for Souls under Fire

Mark Turbyfill

To F. L. W.

Lo, that doves

Should soften

These surging streets!

I found him talking simply and gladly of God,

In the unmoved city of granite

And noise.

Thought kindled in his cheek,

And his white faith

Was the tree in spring

To look upon.

He whispered me he knew the God of Daniel

In the lions’ den;

The faith of Joan of Arc

On parapets.

He will walk, a spirit

Of unguessed power,

Into battle.

He will walk unreached

Into fire!