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THE CHILDREN’S GIFT

Because our Mother. England. Has d rawn us to her breast ; Because her arms are round us And rocking us to rest ; Wo hear no sound of battle, Xo tumult of the war ; But over us, in heaven. There shines a quiet star. It shines above the search lights That, sweep the Channel team, It glitters on tho trenches A hundred Hogues from home : And there, as round the- cannon The tides of battle break. It secs the older children Who die for England's sake. And silent, dreadful faces Ou many a tortured plain Look up and see it shining. And half forget their pain : For while that lamp is burning It quells th* ir blackest- fears ; And dying, but- unconquoivd, ■They bless it, through their tear-. The day that wo forge* it. That lamp of faith shall wane. The night that. we. remember It- shines in hea-ven again. Look ii)), for it may teach us, line day, to die. It is the soul of England 'That lives in yonder sky. Alfred Xotfs

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THE CHILDREN’S GIFT, Evening Star, Issue 15699, 13 January 1915

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THE CHILDREN’S GIFT Evening Star, Issue 15699, 13 January 1915

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