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
