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1918
We are forgetting all the old grey saints, -- / A bloom of dust lies on the martyrs' shrines; / From storied windows that the sunlight paints, / We rarely read the dear familiar lines; / They seem a part of things so far away, / These haloed ones -- the saints of yesterday.