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Louis Untermeyer, ed. (1885–1977). Modern British Poetry.  1920.
F. W. Harvey. 1888–
156. The Bugler
GOD dreamed a man; 
Then, having firmly shut 
Life like a precious metal in his fist 
Withdrew, His labour done. Thus did begin 
Our various divinity and sin.         5
For some to ploughshares did the metal twist, 
And others—dreaming empires—straightway cut 
Crowns for their aching foreheads. Others beat 
Long nails and heavy hammers for the feet 
Of their forgotten Lord. (Who dares to boast  10
That he is guiltless?) Others coined it: most 
Did with it—simply nothing. (Here again 
Who cries his innocence?) Yet doth remain 
Metal unmarred, to each man more or less, 
Whereof to fashion perfect loveliness.  15
For me, I do but bear within my hand 
(For sake of Him our Lord, now long forsaken) 
A simple bugle such as may awaken 
With one high morning note a drowsing man: 
That wheresoe'er within my motherland  20
That sound may come, 'twill echo far and wide 
Like pipes of battle calling up a clan, 
Trumpeting men through beauty to God's side. 

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