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19313	Le Gallienne, Richard	The Silk-Hat Soldier, and Other Poems in War Time			.txt	text/plain	2163	202	96	NEW YORK--JOHN LANE COMPANY The Cry of the Little Peoples went up to God in vain; O leave us little margins, waste ends of land and sea, So might a cruel heart hear a nightingale singing alone, And drive us to sing underground in a whisper our sad little songs? For this shall we break our hearts, for this shall our old men weep? The Cry of the Little Peoples goes up to God in vain, And my full heart is like to break, And lovers, like to children, will not you To the great loves that find a little end, Red wine of the hearts of English soldiers dead, Hearing how England loves her Englishmen! The little war that brought the great world peace; O pray with all your hearts that war may cease, That we shall hear the happy children play Be happy softly, lovers, for great Death	./cache/19313.txt	./txt/19313.txt