THE WOMEN.

Hawera & Normanby Star, Volume LXIX, Issue LXIX, 27 May 1915, Page 6

THE WOMEN.

(By the Rev. M. T. Hainseliin, Chaplain, R.N.)

Honors for some, and mtdals for all, after txie war is enuea, Praise lor the living, aud gloiious fame for the brave at raso; What tpr. those who deserve tue most, , the patient, the splendid Yeomen —who suffered the most and bore it the best?

You —whose laurelled brows are by modest memories shaded, Knowing how battles can fashion a hero against his will, Almost without his knowledge—could you have done as they aid, Send their dearest away, their own task just to sit still?

Send you away, and hearten you up, aiming at one thing only, Just to keep back the tears and let you see naught but a smile, Then live on, not knowing whether the ; fate to be lonely Was, to be theirs for ever; or but for a while.

Great though your heart may be, there is one that is always greater, Hid in the bosom of her who waits for the glad day when With a long-drawn sigh of relief and praise to the great Creator She shall know that the war she hates is over at last, and then

Greet you' with open arms, welcome, and loving laughter, Proud of her man, and reckoning nothing her own long pain. Or, if need be. uncomplainingly wait for a glad hereafter, When her dear angel Death shall take her to you again.