But sudden in the hush between <br />Death and the doomed, there stands <br /> <br />Against those levelled guns a priest, <br />Gentle, with outstretched hands. <br /> <br />Be not as guilty as they ! he cries . . . <br /> <br />Each lets his weapon fall, <br />As if a vision showed him France <br /> <br />And vengeance vain and small.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/at-rheims-24/
