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LE JOUR DES MORTS

Tli:- day of the dead, Hie day of the dead, Down on your knees ami pray For Urn souls of the livin':, the souls of the ‘lying, The souls that have passed away. And the great bell toils For the treasure of souls Delivered into his baud, , Gabriel, Miohaol. Uriel, reap Souls as a measure of sand, Souls from (he, rent,less deep, bonis from I lie I iood-red land. The day of the. dead, the day of the dead, Down on your knees and pray Foi the souls of the outcast, despised and rrii'cted, The heroes and victors to-day. And the great. hell rings, And thr great bell swings. As death make's up the number tip men's lues as grains of sand, From the clrek? their bodies cumber. Prom Ihe panting, shivering land. Front crash and shriek to slumber. The day of the dead, the day of the dead, Up on your feet and stand For the smils of the living, the fighting, the

striving. For (he gun and the sword in band

And His ’Pransfienration Descend-; on a nation. Aiu I death is ;i little thing. And lives as a grain of sand Michael, Gabriel, Uriel bring From the der-olai.e. Mood-red laud, From the tall ships foundering. The day of the dead, the day of the dead, Down on your knees and pray For the souls of iiic living, (he souls of the dying, The souls that havp- pasmj away» Francks Chesterton*

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LE JOUR DES MORTS, Evening Star, Issue 15702, 16 January 1915

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LE JOUR DES MORTS Evening Star, Issue 15702, 16 January 1915

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