We all knew he was different that day. We had known him restful, with a captured rest Seized in the heat of conflict; known him gay And joyful, when the overmastering zest Of working for the Father overcame The cross's shadow; we had felt his power, Given from above, leap like a mighty flame To blast the secret root of evil's flower.
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