By: Eden Phillpotts (1917) Robbed mother of the stricken Motherland— Two hearts in one and one among the dead, Before your grave with an uncovered head I, that am man, disquiet and silent stand In reverence. It is your blood they shed; It is your sacred self that they demand, For one you bore in…
Tag: Dawn
Optimism
By: Alfred Victor Ratcliffe (1917) At last there’ll dawn the last of the long year, Of the long year that seemed to dream no end, Whose every dawn but turned the world more drear, And slew some hope, or led away some friend. Or be you dark, or buffeting, or blind, We care not, day,…