One ever hangs where shelled roads part.
In this war He too lost a limb,
But His disciples hide apart;
And now the Soldiers bear with Him.

Near Golgatha strolls many a priest,
And in their faces there is pride
That they were flesh-marked by the Beast
By whom the gentle Christ's denied.

The scribes on all the people shove
And bawl allegiance to the state,
But they who love the greater love
Lay down their life; they do not hate.

Note: in Britten's setting, each stanza is separated by lines from Agnus dei. The two texts are interleaved.

Authorship

• by Wilfred Owen (1893 - 1918), "At a Calvary near the Ancre", from Poems, first published 1931 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

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• by (Edward) Benjamin Britten (1913 - 1976), "Agnus Dei", op. 66 no. 5, published 1961 [soprano, tenor, baritone, satb chorus, boys' chorus, orchestra, chamber orchestra, organ], from the collection War Requiem, no. 5..
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• FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Text added to the website: 2008-01-08 00:00:00
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Il est toujours là où des routes bombardées se séparent.
Dans cette guerre, Lui aussi a perdu un membre,
Mais ses disciples se cachent à l'écart ;
Et maintenant les soldats Le supportent patiemment.

Plus d'un prêtre passe près du Golgotha,
Et il y a de la fierté sur leurs faces
Car ils ont été marqués dans leurs chairs par la Bête
Par qui le gentil Christ fut nié.

Les scribes bousculent tous les gens
Et hurlent leur allégeance à l'état,
Mais ceux qui aiment le plus aiment
Renoncer à leur vie ; ils ne haïssent pas.