YES. Why do we all, seeing of a soldier, bless him? bless Our redcoats, our tars? Both these being, the greater part, But frail clay, nay but foul clay. Here it is: the heart, Since, proud, it calls the calling manly, gives a guess That, hopes that, makesbelieve, the men must be no less; It fancies, feigns, deems, dears the artist after his art; And fain will find as sterling all as all is smart, And scarlet wear the spirit of war there express. Mark Christ our King. He knows war, served this soldiering through; He of all can handle a rope best. There he bides in bliss Now, and seeing somewhere some man do all that man can do, For love he leans forth, needs his neck must fall on, kiss, And cry 'O Christ-done deed! So God-made-flesh does too: Were I come o'er again' cries Christ 'it should be this'. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE SHIPS AND THE RED by ALFRED JOYCE KILMER THE FOUNTAIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS MY PRAYER FOR TODAY by MAUD AKERS THE FOREST POOL by MATHILDE BLIND SANDY STAR: 1. SCULPTURED WORSHIP by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |