Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, TO MY GODSON, by MILDRED HUXLEY


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TO MY GODSON, by                    
First Line: They shall come back through heaven's bars
Last Line: Calling you from the starlit skies.
Subject(s): World War I - Casualties


THEY shall come back through Heaven's bars
When June has filled the world with joy,
And you are seeking playmates, boy,
To share your Kingdom of the stars;
Or part with you the bracken fronds
Where golden armoured knights may ride,
Or learn where baby rabbits hide,
Or dabble in the silver ponds.

O all the pipes of fairyland
Shall give you royal welcoming
And all the fairy bells shall ring
And you will wander hand in hand.
But through the music gay and sweet
That fairies teach their chosen ones
Shall sound an echo of the guns
And high ambition's drum will beat.

For they who died lest all that's good
And beautiful and brave and free
Should sink in Hell's obscurity,
These claim you in a Brotherhood.
The lot is fallen, O child, to you
To finish all they had to leave,
And by their sacrifice achieve
The manifold desires they knew.

And you shall feel their ardour burn
Like flaming fires within your heart,
In all your life they'll have a part
And all their secrets you shall learn.
They would have guided your young feet,
Kind, but so far from boyhood's day,
But death has found a surer way
Of making comradeship complete.

O all the pipes of fairyland
Shall play for you, shall play for them,
Their flame of radiant life will stem,
Evil you scarce could understand.
They'll bid you raise your wondering eyes,
Till, far above you, you shall see
The Beauty that they knew might be,
Calling you from the starlit skies.





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