War drums shall never summon him, nor cold And foreign earth receive his cloak of clay; Here, in his home land, cradled safe away. It rests. Nor shall he hunger, nor grow old; Let his bright youth your grief-bowed soul enfold. Yours, yours, he was, and is; another day, A short space, as time measures mundane stay, His lips on yours in fond embrace shall hold. So for your courage high, to stifle tears, His eyes must smile -- nor does he bide afar -- Celestial touch may reach across the bar, To heal the sorrow in the passing years. This for your solace, mother, sweetly brave, Such love can not be covered in a grave. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GIANT PUFFBALL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE CONFLICT OF CONVICTIONS by HERMAN MELVILLE EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SEARCH FOR LEAVEN by ALTER ABELSON LOVE: AN ELEGY by MARK AKENSIDE HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT DRINKING SONG by NICOLAS BOILEAU-DESPREAUX |