Aunt Sarah & the War: A Tale of Transformations

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G.P. Putnam's sons, 1915 - 112 pagine
 

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Pagina 100 - In these brave ranks I only see the gaps, Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the triumph which they died to gain : Fitlier may others greet the living, For me the past is unforgiving ; I with uncovered head Salute the sacred dead, Who went, and who return not.
Pagina 105 - All in the April evening, April airs were abroad; The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God.
Pagina 108 - March we to the field ungrieving, In our heart of hearts believing Victory crowns the just. Hence the faith and fire within us Men who march away...
Pagina 101 - I see them muster in a gleaming row, With ever-youthful brows that nobler show; We find in our dull road their shining track; In every nobler mood We feel the orient of their spirit glow...
Pagina 105 - All in the April evening, April airs were abroad, The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road. The sheep with their little lambs Passed me by on the road ; All in the April evening I thought on the Lamb of God. The lambs were weary, and crying With a weak, human cry. I thought on the Lamb of God Going meekly to die. Up in the blue, blue mountains Dewy pastures are sweet, Rest for the little bodies, Rest for the little feet, But for the Lamb 'of God, Up on the hill-top green, Only a...
Pagina 108 - Her distress would leave us rueing : Nay. We well see what we are doing, Though some may not see ! In our heart of hearts believing Victory crowns the just, And that braggarts must Surely bite the dust, Press we to the field ungrieving, In our heart of hearts believing Victory crowns the just.
Pagina 116 - A little story of the Red Cross flag in Belgium, founded on a supremely pathetic and supremely heroic occurrence during the masterful retreat from Mons. " It is true in its main details," writes Mrs. Barclay, "given as it reached me, in the sublime simplicity of a soldier's letter from the front." This inspiring little tale has been most attractively clothed in deep purple cloth with decorative gold stamping, and each page of the text is surrounded by a floral decoration in color and gold. A gift...
Pagina 108 - In our heart of hearts believing Victory crowns the just, And that braggarts must Surely bite the dust, Press we to the field ungrieving, In our heart of hearts believing Victory crowns the just.
Pagina 111 - God requires of the plain soldier in the excitement of battle the methodical precision of the moralist or the theologian? Can we who revere his heroism doubt that his God welcomes him with love? Christian mothers, be proud of your sons. Of all griefs, of all our human sorrows, yours is perhaps the most worthy of veneration. I think I behold you in your affliction, but erect, standing at the side of the Mother of Sorrows, at the foot of the Cross. Suffer us to offer you not only our condolence but...
Pagina 108 - To hazards whence no tears can win us ; What of the faith and fire within us Men who march away ? Is it a purblind prank, O think you, Friend with the musing eye Who watch us stepping by, With doubt and dolorous sigh ! Can much pondering so hoodwink you ! Is it a purblind prank, O think you, . Friend with the musing eye ? Nay. We see well what we are doing, Though some may not see — Dalliers as they be ! — England's need are we ; Her distress would set us rueing: Nay.

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