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To England bear him wounded deep;Home to this island breeze;
To leaves that medicine the brain,
And ministering trees.
II
Where if he upward look, no vaultOf fire his eyes shall view;
But softer skies of passing cloud,
Grey with a soul of blue.
III
And like a sister be the breeze,Star like a mother bend,
And all-restoring Nature now
The wounded soldier tend.
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At dawn the odorous unseen bushInto his room be blown;
England through open window sweet
Wafted from fields unknown!
V
Till that first zest of life returnUpon a heart close-sealed;
And like a child, and yet a man,
He walks his native field.
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