Not to an angel but a friend
He turned at the day's bitter end.
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The boys come home, come home from war,
With quiet eyes for quiet things --
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There's a short road to Heaven, but you must take it young,
And if you're for long living the road is all as long;
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Lord, when he shall come home from war,
Give him no pastures green,
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One called from Salonika and his call
Rang to his brother;
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When now to battle he shall ride,
The bravest of the brave,
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The Spring comes slowly up this way,
Slowly, slowly,
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She goes unwedded all her days
Because some man she never knew,
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All will be right when you come home, dear lad,
But oh, 'tis long of coming that you are!
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They lifted up his weary head,
Stained with a dark and bitter dew:
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'MID the piteous heaps of dead Goes one weary golden head
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All in the April evening,
April airs were abroad;
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She looked to east, she looked to west,
Her eyes, unfathomable, mild,
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He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
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I saw three ships a-sailing,
A-sailing on the sea,
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Bring flowers to strew His way,
Yea, sing, make holiday;
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She kneels by the cradle
Where Jesus doth lie;
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Thy kingdom come ! Yea, bid it come!
But when Thy kingdom first began
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St. Austin, going in thought
Along the sea-sands gray,
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So I have sunk my roots in earth
Since that my pretty boys had birth;
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Lest he miss other children, lo!
His angel is his playfellow.
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Such innocent companionship
Is hers, whether she wake or sleep,
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Our father, ere he went
Out with his brother, Death,
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Little sisters, the birds:
We must praise God, you and I
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Out upon the sand-dunes thrive the coarse long grasses;
Herons standing knee-deep in the brackish pool;
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'O spare my cherries in the net,'
Brother Benignus prayed; 'and I
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Here in the garden-bed,
Hoeing the celery,
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Where are ye now, O beautiful girls of the mountain,
Oreads all ?
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God bless the little orchard brown
Where the sap stirs these quickening days.
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The house where I was born,
Where I was young and gay,
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