NOW strikes the hour upon the clock The black sheep may rebuild the years May lift the father's pride he broke And wipe away his mother's tears. To him, the mark for thrifty scorn; God hath another chance to give, Sets in his heart a flame new-born By which his muddied soul may live. This is the day of the prodigal, The decent people's shame and grief, When he shall make amends for all. The way to Glory's bloody and brief. Clean from his baptism, of blood, New from the fire he springs again, In shining raiment white and good, Beyond the wise, home-keeping man. Somewhere to-night-no tears be shed!- With shaking hands they turn the sheet To find his name among the dead, Flower of the Army and the Fleet. They tell, with proud and stricken face, Of his white boyhood far away- Who talked of trouble or disgrace? Our splendid son is dead! they say. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG OF ETERNITY IN TIME by SIDNEY LANIER THE CRYSTAL GAZER by SARA TEASDALE ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER FATIGUE; EPIGRAM by HILAIRE BELLOC A PASTORAL DIALOGUE: SHEPHERD, NYMPH, CHORUS by THOMAS CAREW THE POOL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN PRAISE OF A COUNTRY LIFE by PHILIP AYRES INVITES POETS AND HISTORIANS TO WRITE IN CYNTHIA'S PRAISE by PHILIP AYRES |