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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=510769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Gethsemane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=510769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">1914-18</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=510769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>The Garden called Gethsemane<br>In Picardy it was,<br>And there the people came to see<br>The English soldiers pass.<br>We used to pass -- we used to pass<br>Or halt, as it might be,<br>And ship our masks in case of gas<br>Beyond Gethsemane.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=510769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Garden called Gethsemane,<br>It held a pretty lass,<br>But all the time she talked to me<br>I prayed my cup might pass.<br>The officer sat on the chair,<br>The men lay on the grass,<br>And all the time we halted there<br>I prayed my cup might pass.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=510769" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">It didn't pass -- it didn't pass --<br>It didn't pass from me.<br>I drank it when we met the gas<br>Beyond Gethsemane.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a></strong></div>

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