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In memorial of Sarah van Laer Hansen

So now it comes,

This awful time we waited for,

That stands behind the darkened door

All past supine upon the floor.

For it is here—

This terror that cannot be told,

The jabberwock from days of old

To which immortal souls are sold.

Then must we go,

Into this breach that ravels care:

Our flag before us—simple prayer

To hold against the haunting there.

In memorial- S…