Sonnets on the War By Alexander Smith and By the Author of "Balder" and "The Roman" [S. T. Dobell] |
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OUR MOTHER. |
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OUR MOTHER.
Christmas will come. Is England gay and glad?Weary she turns from the untasted feast,
And listens at the window of the East
To catch the far-off tidings, proud or sad.
Many a weary vigil she has had.
Look on her face! Her thoughts have gone away
To that far time, when she did dance and play
In sunny forests in a wolf-skin clad.
And now she dreams of unforgotten sons,
Her eldest Alfred—and a slow tear runs
Down her worn cheek; a wind of memory stirs
The long grass in the churchyard of her heart.
She listens at the East! Whoe'er thou art,
Thank God if thou art called a son of hers.
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