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Who are the Makers of Wars? The Kings of the earth. And who are these Kings of the ea… Only men—not always even men of wo… But claiming rule by right of birt…
Pearl Iridescent! Pearl of the se… Shimmering, glimmering Pearl of t… White in the sun-flecked Silver S… White in the moon-decked Silver S… White in the wrath of the Silver…
To stand— A dust-speck, facing the infinitud… Of Thine unfathomable dome, a nig… To stand full-face to Thy High M… Thy myriad worlds in solemn watchf…
Where are you sleeping to-night,… Above-ground—or below? The last we heard you were up at t… Holding a trench and bearing the b… But—that was a week ago.
To lift the sombre fringes of the… To open lands long darkened to the… To heal grim wounds, to give the b… Right mightily wrought he. Forth to the fight he fared,
A wonderful Way is The King’s Hi… It runs through the Nightlands up… From the wonderful WAS, by the w… To the still more wonderful IS T… Runs The King’s High Way.
O Thou who standest both for God… O King of Kings, who wore no eart… O Prince of Peace, unto Thy feet… And lay our burden down. The weight had grown beyond our st…
(Cradle Song from “The Long Road… Whisht, Baby! Whisht! Quick below the cover! Down into your nest, my bird! And—don’t—you—dare—peep—over!
I know! I know!— The ceaseless ache, the emptiness,… The pang of loss,— The strength that sinks beneath so… “—Heedless and careless, still the…
Stephen, who died while I stood b… Wrought in his death the making of… Bruised one hard heart to thought… Fitted one fighter for a nobler st… Stephen, the Saint, triumphant an…
Out of all the reek and turmoil Of the dreadful battle-plain, Came a voice insistent, calling, Calling, calling, but in vain;— “Through Me only
As sure as God’s in His Heaven, As sure as He stands for Right, As sure as the hun this wrong hath… So surely we win this fight! Then!-
“Thy Will be done!” Let all the worlds Resound with that divinest prayer! The joyous souls redeemed from ill Know all the wonders of Thy Will;
“A red rose for my helmet, And a word before we part! The rose shall be my oriflamme The word shall fill my heart.” Heart, Heart, Heart of my heart—
“My heart to-day Is strangely full of home! How is it With the dear ones over there? Five years!