THE BROKEN SOLDIER.
The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark, He's but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind; But the soul they could not hswm. goes singing like the lark, Liko the incarnate Joy .'that will not be confined. The Lady at the Hall has given him * light task; Ho works in the gardens as busy as a bee; One- hand is but a stump and his face » pitted mask ; Tho gay soul goes singing like & bird set free. Whistling and singing like a linnet on . wings, , Tho others stop to listen leaning on the spado; Whole men and comely, they fret at little things, Tho soul of him's singing like a thrush in a glade. Hither and thither hopping, like Robin on tho grass, ■ Tho soul in tho broken man is beautiful and brave; — And while he weeds the pansies and the bright hours pass Tho bird caught in the cage whistles its
joyous stave. —Katharine Tynan, Westminster Gazette.
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Evening Post, Volume XCI, Issue 143, 17 June 1916, Page 16
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164THE BROKEN SOLDIER. Evening Post, Volume XCI, Issue 143, 17 June 1916, Page 16
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