<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="" class="head">Freedom's Fellowship</h1><h1 align="center" class="head">I</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">SEATED in the World's Playhouse, I beheld</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">The Great Piece playing. Often I rebelled</p><p class="line">At watching, and was fain to disobey</p><p class="line">The Voice that held me at that Passion Play</p><p class="line">Of Man's Redemption, a spectator, far</p><p class="line">Removed from the actual agonists of a war</p><p class="line">Wherein myself was mixed. Till onlooking,</p><p class="line">There woke within me the æonian Thing</p><p class="line">Displayed in all that action. I was 'ware</p><p class="line">Of Him whom I beheld: the Actor there</p><p class="line">Across the footlights, the Protagonist.</p><p class="line">As one who had looked upon a glass and wist</p><p class="line">Not that it was a mirror, nor whom he saw--</p><p class="line">So gazing, suddenly, I knew with awe</p><p class="line">It was no stranger, nor that Piece of Strife</p><p class="line">Another than the substance of my life. . . .</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Often on that Playhouse I'ld turn my back</p><p class="line">To wander in the woods of Goodly Stack</p><p class="line">And squirrel-haunted Squerryes. There, the trees</p><p class="line">Showed me the sense of the ancient prophecies</p><p class="line">That foretell a strange breaking-forth of power</p><p class="line">Beautiful as the unfolding of that flower</p><p class="line">Whose bud is this mysterious Earth, that keeps</p><p class="line">The glory so enfolded in her deeps</p><p class="line">No man, however nimble be his wit,</p><p class="line">Guessing at its delight can image it.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">II</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">AS a tall pine, grappling the rock below</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:%">To climb the unsubstantial air, will grow</p><p class="line">On a hand's breadth of the hill-shoulder, so</p><p class="line">On a mere span of space, therein set firm,</p><p class="line">Shall rise that royal spirit that hath its term</p><p class="line">In Godhood, will a man but give his whole</p><p class="line">Passion and patience to become one sole</p><p class="line">Substance for it, that he may stand sublime</p><p class="line">Upon a shoulder of the Hill of Time</p><p class="line">Witnessing to the Timeless;--may rise up</p><p class="line">Erect, to dare the lightning with his top:</p><p class="line">Wrestle with wanton tempests, and not break</p><p class="line">In any of their capricious clutches: take</p><p class="line">The sun's pitiless drouth, out of that fire</p><p class="line">Fashioning fibres still to lift up higher</p><p class="line">The challenging dark shadow of his crown.</p><p class="line">Dizzily up he climbs, but he thrusts down</p><p class="line">More than a pine into the secret place</p><p class="line">Forbidden to the light, beneath the face</p><p class="line">Of Earth that looks on Heaven. There is the fount</p><p class="line">Of the ever-urgent impulse that doth mount</p><p class="line">Up in the sap and out into the light,</p><p class="line">Carrying the secret of that recondite</p><p class="line">That enigmatic power, which is the mirth</p><p class="line">Vibrant in all the Body of the Earth,</p><p class="line">The gladness of Her being, whereof all</p><p class="line">Things that are Hers partake. . .</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:28%">High in the tall</p><p class="line">Pine's upper fork, the kestrel hath his seat;</p><p class="line">While up and down its shaft with clattering feet</p><p class="line">The nut-brown squirrel scrambles: screams the jay:</p><p class="line">The mild wood-pigeon all the livelong day</p><p class="line">Flutes to his lady. But the unexpressed</p><p class="line">Residue of delight within the breast</p><p class="line">Of Mother Earth aches so for utterance</p><p class="line">In man as to becloud the pure expanse</p><p class="line">Above him, burdening the atmosphere</p><p class="line">Wherever he is gathered, with the sheer</p><p class="line">Anguish of her unbearable delay</p><p class="line">Till he respond to her, and She can say</p><p class="line">That without which her joy is yet unspoken,</p><p class="line">That which without him must remain but broken</p><p class="line">Fragments and enigmatic words. O when</p><p class="line">That which already is half awake in men</p><p class="line">Bewildering their days with impulses</p><p class="line">Mysterious that they know not to appraise</p><p class="line">And so seek to evade--when it shall gain</p><p class="line">Them wholly, and they serve with might and main</p><p class="line">Its divine purpose to bestow on Man</p><p class="line">God's meaning, they shall utter, for they can,</p><p class="line">That Life on whose appearing Earth attends,</p><p class="line">That word of words that changes into friends</p><p class="line">The foes that hear it, for before their birth</p><p class="line">It cradled them within the heart of the Earth.</p><p class="line">Then life's assembled hosts shall hear again</p><p class="line">The fiat of creation, spoken plain</p><p class="line">Among them all, and they shall understand.</p><p class="line">Can you not feel the wonder close at hand!</p><p class="line">The Earth is quick with it beneath my feet,</p><p class="line">So nearly is the whole of life complete.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">III</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">A ROOT was I, and burrowed down my way</p><p class="line">Year after year through sorry coloured clay;</p><p class="line">And it was liker death than life to me</p><p class="line">Through all that miry age of misery.</p><p class="line">My spirit with enduring patience bore</p><p class="line">By some mere pebble to be thwarted, or</p><p class="line">To be encouraged by the slimy ooze</p><p class="line">To new blind patient toil: my spirit whose</p><p class="line">Manhood was made expressly for the wide</p><p class="line">Regions of the light, where it would open-eyed</p><p class="line">Enter some little into God's design,</p><p class="line">Echo his windy words, and even divine</p><p class="line">The informing joy, clear, lucid, beautiful,</p><p class="line">That lurks within all substance as a soul.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I strove, I sulked, I struggled for my breath</p><p class="line">In that dark under-life that was like death,</p><p class="line">So strange to any enfranchisement it seemed.</p><p class="line">And I grew strong in the dark and stubborn-limbed</p><p class="line">In that unkindness: yet withal I knew</p><p class="line">My stubborn strength was of itself untrue</p><p class="line">To something in me, though it was full-vigoured:</p><p class="line">For, nourished on resistance and the niggard</p><p class="line">Diet of strife, I could not tell the whole</p><p class="line">Truth that was kept a secret in my soul.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Somewhere--but far beyond hearing or seeing--</p><p class="line">Somewhere upon the utter brink of being,</p><p class="line">There dwelt another me, in other fashion</p><p class="line">Occupied, fed upon a generous ration</p><p class="line">Of open light and free air. I had seen</p><p class="line">The immortals, in a world of gold and green</p><p class="line">And azure, that is only just beyond</p><p class="line">The surface of the earth, free of its bond,</p><p class="line">And floating all, as though upon a sea,</p><p class="line">Buoyed up on their aerial liberty.</p><p class="line">But stranger than to know them anchored there</p><p class="line">Almost within my reach--should I but dare</p><p class="line">Reach up a moment from my groping toil,</p><p class="line">Lift myself but a little from the soil</p><p class="line">Into the sun--a voice familiar bade</p><p class="line">My heart leave off its striving and be glad</p><p class="line">In the translucent blessedness above me:</p><p class="line">For these bright presences were they that love me,</p><p class="line">And I their kin, companion and compeer.</p><p class="line">Inhabitant already of their sphere</p><p class="line">Of iridescent light, was I, unknowing:</p><p class="line">Groping below, my spirit had been growing</p><p class="line">Upward into a leafy-headed tree</p><p class="line">That floated even now upon that sea</p><p class="line">Of windy light, and was companion with</p><p class="line">Those earth-born joys that breathe immortal breath.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I lifted up my heart: I was lift up</p><p class="line">So upon gladness that I could not stop</p><p class="line">Uttering twiggy praises full of leaf</p><p class="line">Into that wondrous light as though all grief</p><p class="line">Of my long labour in the dark were over</p><p class="line">And I had now no more to do but hover</p><p class="line">Upon the air, crooning my happiness</p><p class="line">Fond as a pigeon. Now the pitiless</p><p class="line">Lonely urge of my blind will down and down</p><p class="line">Pulsed up out of my trunk into a crown</p><p class="line">Of heavenly leaves: my stubbornness became</p><p class="line">Gentle with gladness: I shook off the shame</p><p class="line">Of my frustrated will, frustrated now</p><p class="line">No longer, but achieved in every bough.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Now I have franchise both of sun and earth,</p><p class="line">Till my last root is merry with the mirth</p><p class="line">Of March, and I outstretch my branches bold</p><p class="line">To joy, in the stubborn strength of that root-hold.</p><p class="line">I live in the earth: I am no flickering wraith</p><p class="line">Of fancy but the embodiment of faith.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">IV</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">THERE are great spirits that stand up alone</p><p class="line">As here and there an oak stands in a zone</p><p class="line">Of corn and ample meadows: hero trees</p><p class="line">Staunch in themselves against all enemies</p><p class="line">And royal to small creatures in bad weather:</p><p class="line">And there are spirits as great that stand together</p><p class="line">In an inseparable fellowship.</p><p class="line">Like the high pines on a hill-slope that's deep</p><p class="line">In their long-fallen needles: spirits that are</p><p class="line">As the high pines erect and columnar,</p><p class="line">Because for many a lustre they have stood</p><p class="line">Rank upon rank together in the wood,</p><p class="line">Until each one is not so much a tree</p><p class="line">As member of that great society</p><p class="line">Of friends in whose association dwells</p><p class="line">A presence I discover nowhere else.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">And I have known a Quaker meeting when</p><p class="line">The strangely still, intensely real men</p><p class="line">And women ranked about me in the deep</p><p class="line">Silence, were like a group of trees that keep</p><p class="line">In their mysterious circle the untold</p><p class="line">First and last secret of the manifold</p><p class="line">Wonder of the world: a group of druid trees</p><p class="line">Still haunted by the primal mysteries,</p><p class="line">The elemental presences that are</p><p class="line">Ever about us unfamiliar.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I was in a great grove of mighty thewed</p><p class="line">Storm-challengers, that make a solitude</p><p class="line">By their august companionship. Apart</p><p class="line">Spaciously set with magisterial art</p><p class="line">To entertain in mutuality</p><p class="line">Those vast emotions that could never be</p><p class="line">The guests, even of comrades, if they stood</p><p class="line">Crowded together in a thicket wood.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I found a freedom in that company</p><p class="line">Elsewhere I had not found. For to be free</p><p class="line">You must be rooted in the rock, and keep</p><p class="line">Your proper distance for the swing and sweep</p><p class="line">Of the impassioning rhythm to vibrate through</p><p class="line">Your being and make music out of you,--</p><p class="line">One clear note of that full spontaneous speech</p><p class="line">That no man sings alone, but many, each</p><p class="line">Exulting in a wonder whereinto</p><p class="line">Life pours the impetuous current of its blood</p><p class="line">Pulsing from its one heart. Upwells the flood</p><p class="line">Of joy in them out of its reservoir</p><p class="line">Through every root that has gone groping far</p><p class="line">Down through the soil to catch in the still deep</p><p class="line">Bosom of the under-earth, that seems to sleep</p><p class="line">Always, the secret thrilling of a life</p><p class="line">Beyond the utmost reach of stormy strife,</p><p class="line">Beyond exhaustion and beyond dispute.</p><p class="line">Well may they stand splendid and resolute!</p><p class="line">Out of the marrow of the world they draw</p><p class="line">Their sustenance. The everlasting Law</p><p class="line">Vibrating like a voice through all earth's frame</p><p class="line">Vibrates in each, and every one of them</p><p class="line">Shares its authority. Strangers to fear,</p><p class="line">Most royally they give what is most dear</p><p class="line">To them. Rooted in God and independent,</p><p class="line">The ardour of their passion shines resplendent</p><p class="line">As the moon's raiment when her beamy light</p><p class="line">Clings round her dewily in the winter night.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">V</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">WHO strays among them, let him have a care</p><p class="line">With what companionship he enters there:</p><p class="line">For there are hours in which you cannot hide</p><p class="line">Aught from the Trees: when you must open-eyed</p><p class="line">Behold the shapes of dream you carry about</p><p class="line">The world with you--your dark or shining rout</p><p class="line">Of dreaded or desired imagining.</p><p class="line">To life about you leaps the Magic Ring</p><p class="line">Your feet can never step out of, because</p><p class="line">It is your self that the dark circle draws</p><p class="line">Enclosing you in the curve of its occult</p><p class="line">Desire, against whose logic you revolt</p><p class="line">With half your will in vain. Darkling, it sweeps</p><p class="line">Its compass, and within securely keeps</p><p class="line">You prisoner of the line invisible</p><p class="line">Traced by the rebel half of your own will:</p><p class="line">Invisible, till in this solitude</p><p class="line">Of Great Trees it become strangely indued</p><p class="line">With substance, and confront you with your fate.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Ay, but the Wood is not confederate</p><p class="line">Against you!--These are comrades among whom</p><p class="line">The secret that is in your heart may come</p><p class="line">Venturing forth out of its secrecy</p><p class="line">Into the worship that they make with me--</p><p class="line">A spacious living silence underneath</p><p class="line">A spread of branches interwoven with</p><p class="line">Slant sunbeams, in whose wide beneficence</p><p class="line">Our spirits have no more need of defence:</p><p class="line">A space of sunshine that dictates to none</p><p class="line">The joy wherewith he shall be clothed upon,</p><p class="line">But only bids him free his spirit wholly</p><p class="line">Of chattering care and murderous melancholy,</p><p class="line">And give it to delight: sunshine that quickens</p><p class="line">That singing of the heart that flags and sickens</p><p class="line">Where love's a prisoner and hath not yet</p><p class="line">Climbed up on to the windy parapet</p><p class="line">Of boundary cliff that gives upon the vast</p><p class="line">Expanse of life, nor yet had heart to cast</p><p class="line">Forth trusting to the waters of the sea</p><p class="line">Of faith's incredible immensity.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">VI</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I AM myself at last, with now no more</p><p class="line">Fluttering against the pane, at the locked door</p><p class="line">No more entreaty. Now with bitterness</p><p class="line">I claim no more forgiveness or redress:</p><p class="line">The battle-cries that echo about me cease</p><p class="line">To nerve me or unnerve me: I have peace.</p><p class="line">My spirit from his age-long strife arose:</p><p class="line">He stood no more contending with his foes:</p><p class="line">Flung down his sword and shield: put off his mask</p><p class="line">Of warrior, and to his proper task</p><p class="line">Turning with a quick gesture seemed no longer</p><p class="line">The self I knew: wiser he was and younger.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I felt my body quicken with that might</p><p class="line">Of mastery that is the soul's delight</p><p class="line">When, from its secret chamber issuing,</p><p class="line">Clad in the candour of a May-morning,</p><p class="line">Comes the Almighty Fiat forth that changes</p><p class="line">The aspect of the world in all its ranges</p><p class="line">With a new rhythm, whereto all circumstance</p><p class="line">Responds, and the eternal atoms dance.</p><p class="line">Comes a new pattern, comes another norm</p><p class="line">Into creation, and the subtle form</p><p class="line">Of every creature answering to it, wins</p><p class="line">Fresh meaning, and another age begins.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">The peace I enter into is alive</p><p class="line">With living life, that needs no longer strive</p><p class="line">Because it is triumphant as a flower</p><p class="line">Whereof the air admits the sovereign power,</p><p class="line">The substance of whose delicacy carries</p><p class="line">Magic that with the power creative marries</p><p class="line">So that its ecstasy, and it alone,</p><p class="line">Brings to the earth a hitherto unknown</p><p class="line">Henceforth eternally recurrent joy.</p><p class="line">When I assign my heart to this employ</p><p class="line">It lifts me up that suddenly I dare</p><p class="line">Find foothold on the skyey thoroughfare</p><p class="line">To journey on my errands. Joy afresh</p><p class="line">Sets her republic up within my flesh</p><p class="line">With all its liberties of continence,</p><p class="line">Where sullen moody disobedience</p><p class="line">Answered the tyrant: for republican</p><p class="line">Is the full-statured body of a man,</p><p class="line">His freedom and delight are the good-health</p><p class="line">Of that irradiated commonwealth</p><p class="line">That is so capable of joy its cells</p><p class="line">Conspire together against whatever else</p><p class="line">Usurps its government, but all their will</p><p class="line">Is Gladness, his commandments to fulfil.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">VII</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">O LARGE is life!--The life I come into</p><p class="line">Stretches so large about me as I go</p><p class="line">Upon my errands, that I seem to be</p><p class="line">Already a dweller in that Liberty</p><p class="line">That is itself the immortal blessedness</p><p class="line">I sought, but dared not deem I could possess.</p><p class="line">I move about in it as in the temple</p><p class="line">Built by my spirit for its worship: ample</p><p class="line">For it as the whole starry-raftered Night,</p><p class="line">But not too lonely-wide for my delight</p><p class="line">To fill it, as the worshipping fulfils</p><p class="line">All some vast minster, when, crossing its sills,</p><p class="line">You enter from the noisy stranger street</p><p class="line">And on the instant are a part of it:</p><p class="line">So, when out of the traffic I come in</p><p class="line">To mine own freedom, once again I win</p><p class="line">The great horizon of Reality--</p><p class="line">To know in everything I hear and see</p><p class="line">My fellowship, as it were all one life with me.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">More than myself it is I: In It alone</p><p class="line">I am the master of the fully-grown</p><p class="line">Faculties of my spirit, incorporate</p><p class="line">Only in its high purpose to create</p><p class="line">A body for my joy, a consciousness</p><p class="line">That my delight shall hold against distress</p><p class="line">If but for an hour: only in it I know</p><p class="line">The imperative command, that bade me go</p><p class="line">Forth into birth and being, justified:</p><p class="line">Only in it, immortal, I abide</p><p class="line">Set in my place, as in the firmament</p><p class="line">Of godhood, till its purpose be forspent.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">For this my larger life is that wherein</p><p class="line">I enter into Freedom, and begin</p><p class="line">Participating in the power that flows</p><p class="line">Through all the living fellowship of those</p><p class="line">That are its members and embody it.</p><p class="line">Though we be only simple folk that sit</p><p class="line">Wrapped in its life together, one we are</p><p class="line">With all the heavenly host that, star by star,</p><p class="line">Declares God's Glory, filling up the span</p><p class="line">Of worship, since the dark of death began,</p><p class="line">With the inseparable company</p><p class="line">Of them that enter into Liberty.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">VIII</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">I AM among my comrades: my delight</p><p class="line">Is all about me like a starry bright</p><p class="line">Company. All the wonder in the air</p><p class="line">Is actual communion that I share</p><p class="line">With that great fellowship in whom I am</p><p class="line">Enkindled from a coal into a flame.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Often when I am most alone that joy</p><p class="line">Encircles me with friends: and they convoy</p><p class="line">The ship of my desire safe through the shoal-</p><p class="line">Waters into the open sea: my whole</p><p class="line">Being is theirs because they set me free</p><p class="line">Who catch me up into their company</p><p class="line">And carry me out to the Open Sea.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">When I am left with my defeated gladness,</p><p class="line">And am beset about by sullen madness</p><p class="line">That battens upon misery, and my numb</p><p class="line">Spirit cries out for succour--then they come</p><p class="line">Thronging about me, and I feel the anguish</p><p class="line">That ate into my soul begin to languish</p><p class="line">Because of them: I know again the strong</p><p class="line">Arms of that joy whereunto I belong.</p><p class="line">Anew each day with all my will I break</p><p class="line">Out of the circle of these cares that make</p><p class="line">A loneliness round the imprisoned heart.</p><p class="line">For having once discovered myself part</p><p class="line">Of the Great Life that only comrades know,</p><p class="line">Something divine in me will not forgo</p><p class="line">His birthright, but still challenges whatso</p><p class="line">Arrogance of things seen would paralyse</p><p class="line">The visionary power that makes me wise</p><p class="line">To know my comrades of eternity</p><p class="line">Sharing the moment of delight with me,</p><p class="line">Respiring with me that immortal breath</p><p class="line">That is one life beyond despair and death.</p></div><h1 align="center" class="head">IX</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">FELLOWSHIP is a grove of trees that stand</p><p class="line">Taller than the thick wood on either hand</p><p class="line">As heroes stand than men. The heart lifts higher</p><p class="line">Entering here. It ventures to aspire</p><p class="line">To its full manhood: rises up above</p><p class="line">Its puerility to imagine love</p><p class="line">And friendship as the god-like exercise</p><p class="line">Of all the soul. It catches from the eyes</p><p class="line">Of these companions glances that are strange</p><p class="line">As sunbeams to the vulgar interchange</p><p class="line">Of men and women: vaguely apprehends</p><p class="line">As he enters here what is this world of friends</p><p class="line">So new, so wide, so full of worship. Dread</p><p class="line">Seizes him lest he let his thoughts instead</p><p class="line">Of their clear thoughts ignorantly deceive</p><p class="line">His soul, and he begin to disbelieve</p><p class="line">In their heroic truth, convinced again</p><p class="line">Of the obsequious truths that seem so plain.</p><p class="line">It is not death but doubt that comes between</p><p class="line">Spirits that for a golden hour have been</p><p class="line">One spirit of delight. Faith can make one</p><p class="line">Of many, but in doubt's dominion</p><p class="line">There is no bond: love falls asunder: life</p><p class="line">Is torn to pieces for the pack of strife</p><p class="line">To feed on: God is argued into naught</p><p class="line">By men who cannot hold the faithful thought</p><p class="line">Of his transcendent purpose in the whole</p><p class="line">World wonder. . . .</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Entering, I bid my soul</p><p class="line">Beseech in veriest humility</p><p class="line">To become part of it like any tree</p><p class="line">Of this great grove of aspiration planted</p><p class="line">Together, by the breath of God enchanted.</p><p class="line">I feel the grave humorous light caressing</p><p class="line">The creatures of the wood: no dread oppressing</p><p class="line">The stillness with solemnity to crush</p><p class="line">Their mirthful life: but the half-audible hush</p><p class="line">Is of some gracious God whose presence gives</p><p class="line">A deeper meaning to each life that lives</p><p class="line">In his presiding splendour, until each</p><p class="line">Becomes a particle of the God's speech</p><p class="line">To tell a truth it cannot comprehend,</p><p class="line">Save that to that delight it loves to lend</p><p class="line">Its heart. Now he begins to utter me</p><p class="line">Among them. Now mine eyes begin to see</p><p class="line">The meaning of the grove, begin to feel</p><p class="line">The presence that these living forms reveal</p><p class="line">In every gesture, every living line:</p><p class="line">For now their comradeship is become mine,</p><p class="line">And this that, all together, they concealed</p><p class="line">From me, eagerly now to me they yield.</p><p class="line">There is no onlooker may understand</p><p class="line">The mystery embodied in that band</p><p class="line">Of comrades. Final truth it is, and they</p><p class="line">Only can know it. He that would betray</p><p class="line">The secret that is freedom must declare</p><p class="line">The divine wonder in his being--bare,</p><p class="line">Body and soul, in that translucent air:</p><p class="line">Must become parcel of that infinite,</p><p class="line">There is no other way to utter it.</p><p class="line">O the world's meaning is a bud, a splendour</p><p class="line">Sealed-up, saving as, to some spirit tender</p><p class="line">To his caress, Love may vouchsafe a proof</p><p class="line">Of what is yet hid. She thenceforth aloof</p><p class="line">A little from the press of men's affairs</p><p class="line">Must stand. Strangely, and all at unawares</p><p class="line">The vision was vouchsafed: the unconcealed</p><p class="line">Delight of earth. Hers now the perfect wheeled</p><p class="line">Glory of a hundred petals, still tight-packed</p><p class="line">In its November sheath. O hers the Fact</p><p class="line">That shall fulfil the world we sense and see</p><p class="line">With its more intimate reality.</p></div></body></html> · Great War