POETRY.
"NOW TO BE STILL AND REST. . .
Now to be still and rest, while the heart remembers
All that it learned and loved in the days long past, To stoop and warm our hands at the fallen embers, Glad to have come to the long way's end at last.
Now to awake, and feel no regret at waking, Knowing the shadowy days are white again, To draw our curtains and watch the slow dawn breaking Silver and grey on English field and lane.
Now to fulfil our dreams, in woods and meadows
Treading the well-loved paths—to pause and cry.
" So, even so I remember it "—seeing the shadows Weave on the distant hills their tapestry.
Now to rejoice in children and join their laughter, Tuning our hearts once more to the fairy strain, To hear our names on voices we love, and after Turn with a smile to sleep and our dreams again.
Then—with a now-horn strength, the sweet rest over, Gladly to follow the great white road once more.
To work with a song on our lips and the heart of a lover, Building a city of peace on the wastes of war.
P. H. B. L.
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