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Gethsemane


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
   Or halt, as it might be,
And ship our masks in case of gas
   Beyond Gethsemane.

The Garden called Gethsemane,
   It held a pretty lass,
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
   I prayed my cup might pass.

It didn’t pass — it didn’t pass —
   It didn’t pass from me.
I drank it when we met the gas
   Beyond Gethsemane.


<1914-1918>


wikisource:Gethsemane

http://www.kipling.org.uk/rg_gethsemane1.htm

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/176148

http://archive.org/details/yearsbetween00kipl

http://openlibrary.org/books/OL6615803M/The_years_between