The Recruit

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Through all the anguish of these days, The haunting horror and the woe,One thought can set my heart ablaze My memory aglow.

It is his look just as he turned After the last good-byes were said,A look as though for him there burned Some beacon-light ahead.

As though beyond the farthest thought Of this dark world's horizon rim,Some star of faith by us uncaught Swung into range for him.

As though his spirit, winged, had flown Past stormy seas on some far quest.And like a bird had found its own Hid in a quiet nest.

© Coleman Helena Jane