A poem for Advent:  "MOURN NOT THE DEAD"  by Ralph Chaplin

Mourn not the dead that in the cool earth lie --

Dust unto dust--

The calm sweet earth that mothers all who die

As all men must;

Mourn not your captive comrades who must dwell--

Too strong to strive--

Each in his steel-bound coffin of a cell,

Buried alive;

But rather mourn the apathetic throng--

The cowed and the meek--

Who see the world's great anguish and it's wrong

And dare not speak!

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