TO A MOTHER
You have known it, this (ruth beyond others, Since first the babe breathed at your side; Xo_ yearning so deep a.s the Mother's, No guerdon so great as her pride. You still see his look as he Jeft you, You still feel his clasp and his kiss— More kindly a sword would have cleft you Than the fear that has ended in this. My dear, dare a word that is human Intrude on Love's desolate cry? Dare Pity itself ask a woman What death she would have her son die? Yet lovelier than life is the beauty Of death upon him. who doth give The uttermost homage to Duty. . Who dies that a nation may live. Oh. fail not, though, love could not save him, Be proud, though the sorrow endures; The life he has given you gave him, His honors and glory are yours. —J. J. Bell, in the ' Glasgow Herald.'
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TO A MOTHER, Evening Star, Issue 15694, 7 January 1915