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"My dearie! - I shall be drafted

Into the great army soon;

Called up to join and be grafted

To it before the next moon."



Thus spoke the old warrior and then bent

His gray head in silent woe

Unknown's the army, and unknown the land

And he wished he would not have to go.



His weary deep blue eyes at this

Looked at me in a questioning way;

Would he find me again, and feel my kiss

When for me came the call-up day?



And when with the next moon he had gone

The way that we all have to go,

I wondered whether his new squadron

Was blessed or suffered great woe.



I asked in sorrow and anxiousness:

"Father! - tell me how you fare!

So great is my longing, so deep my distress,

Please tell me aught of over there.



My heart was bursting with sorrow and pain

At not knowing about him, I cried:

"Shall we see each other ever again?

when his voice spoke: - "I am in the light!"



"In the ever becoming and passing away

One thing will not fade and not jade;

But bloom in divine eternal May-

T'is what Love for Love has made!"












© Elizabeth Dandy





My incomparable parents and my wonderful dad