WHOM THE GODS LOVE
Ah, not because Life is so fair, And death so greyDo we. lament you over there, Dead yesterday! Until the end your world was -whole! No vacant place . . Tormented you and haunted you; No well-loved face Appeared to you in ghostly dream Harrassed by pain, Exposed, on some grim battlefield, To wind and rain. ... . . » I see you smiling as you march Your bright head high, Along a flag-emblazoned street Beneath blue sky. ■I see your beardless, boyish mouth, -Determined, sweet, I feel the breeze, soft from the south, And hear the beat. Of drums that throbbingly mark time; The Avenue Repeats the echo like a rhyme— But not for you!-— I ceased, to pray that you might stay Or here or there— X came to see that Life is grey And Death most fair! You went while living still was sweet, Without a stain, Nor ever learned that Youth is fleet, That Love is Pain! —Elizabeth Newport Hepburn, in 'The Designer.'
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Levin Daily Chronicle, 14 September 1918, Page 1
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165WHOM THE GODS LOVE Levin Daily Chronicle, 14 September 1918, Page 1
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