'MID the piteous heaps of dead Goes one weary golden head
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The Child is rocked on Mary's knee,
Cold in the stall this bitter night,
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"When you get to Heaven, seek and find my boy.
Mother him!" "Until you come?" "I shall never come.
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Lord, when he shall come home from war,
Give him no pastures green,
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Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
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The Meuse and Marne have little waves; The slender poplars o'er them lean.
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He was so foolish, the poor lad, He made superior people smile
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Now when Christ died for man his sake
A myriad men must die;
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CLOUDS is under clouds and rain For there will not come again
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LORD, when they come back again
From the dreadful battlefield
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THE Year of the Sorrows went out with great wind: Lift up, lift up, O broken hearts, your Lord is kind,
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I would not like to live to be very old,
To be stripped cold and bare
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The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
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To the aid of my little son
I call all the magnalities --
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Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come!
But when Thy kingdom first began
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Those twelve years from Ascension
Until the day of meeting broke,
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For the first time since he was born
Her son, her rose without a thorn,
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THERE'S traffic in the worlds immortal,
For many souls are flying home,
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"What's the news? Now tell it me."
"Allenby again advances."
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I am the pillars of the house;
The keystone of the arch am I.
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THE Autumn leaves are dying quietly, Scarlet and orange, underfoot they lie;
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God bless the little orchard brown
Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
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NEVERTHELESS this Year of Grief The Tree of God's in leaf.
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Blues and greens are my delight
Set in garlands of the white.
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Now she need dread no more to grow
Too old for him, she need not know
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He died the loneliest death of all, Amid his foes he died.
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When swarms of small distractions harry
Devotion like the gnats that fly
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Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
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Where there is nothing God comes in:
The Very God has room enough
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She carried frankincense and gold
When the Star guided her,
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