| Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922. | | | | Gethsemane |
| | 1914–18
THE GARDEN called Gethsemane | |
| In Picardy it was, | |
| And there the people came to see | |
| The English soldiers pass. | |
| We used to pass—we used to pass | 5 |
| Or halt, as it might be, | |
| And ship our masks in case of gas | |
| Beyond Gethsemane. | |
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| The Garden called Gethsemane, | |
| It held a pretty lass, | 10 |
| But all the time she talked to me | |
| I prayed my cup might pass. | |
| The officer sat on the chair, | |
| The men lay on the grass, | |
| And all the time we halted there | 15 |
| I prayed my cup might pass. | |
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| It didn’t pass—it didn’t pass— | |
| It didn’t pass from me. | |
| I drank it when we met the gas | |
| Beyond Gethsemane. | 20 | | | |
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