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Слушать(AI)The Old Soldier
Lest the young soldiers be strange in heaven, God bids the old soldier they all
Come to Him and wait for them, clean, new-shriven, A happy doorkeeper in the House of the Lord.
Lest it abash them, the strange new splendour, Lest it affright them, the new robes clean;
Here's an old face, now, long-tried, and tender, A word and a hand-clasp as they troop in."My boys," he greets them: and heaven is homely, He their great captain in days gone o'er;
Dear is the friend's face, honest and comely, Waiting to welcome them by the strange door.14th November 1914
Katharine Tynan
Katharine Tynan (23 January 1859 – 2 April 1931) was an Irish writer,[1] known mainly for her novels and poetry. After her marriage in 1898 to t
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