Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MUNUSCULUM, by WHEATON H. BREWER

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MUNUSCULUM, by            
First Line: Truly your gift was the gift of a friend
Last Line: Echoes of you arise and call to me.
Subject(s): Friendship; Soldiers

TRULY your gift was the gift of a friend;
And in the songs of Rupert Brooke I find
Thoughts that are yours,—as baffling as the wind,
They float like tenuous dreams, and have no end.
Soft are the thoughts; and yet their edges rend
Sham and deception from the prisoned mind:
They free life from those knotted cords that bind
And cramp and choke, and yet do not defend,

The almost helpless thing we call a soul.
Such is the spirit of these poems you gave,
And, just as echoes rise when breakers roll
Upon a rocky shore, so from the grave
Of one young soldier, far across the sea,
Echoes of you arise and call to me.

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