Flower of Youth
ST Heaven be thronged with grey-beards hoary, God, who made boys for His delight,
Stoops in a day of grief and glory And calls them in, in from the night.
When they come trooping from the
Our skies have many a new gold star.
Heaven's thronged with gay and careless faces, New-waked from dreams of dreadful things,
They walk in green and pleasant places And by the crystal
Who dreamt of dying and the slain,
And the fierce thirst and the strong pain.
Dear boys!
They shall be young for ever. The Son of God was once a boy.
They run and leap by a clear river And of their youth they have great joy.
God, who made boys so clean and good,
Smiles with the eyes of fatherhood.
Now Heaven is by the young invaded; Their laughter's in the House of God.
Stainless and simple as He made it God keeps the heart o' the boy unflawed.
The old wise Saints look on and smile,
They are so young and without guile.
Oh! if the sonless mothers, weeping, And widowed girls could look
The glory that hath them in keeping Who went to the Great War, and died,
They would rise and put their mourning off,
And say: "Thank God, he has enough!"(Pages 54, 55)In response to numerous applications, the publishers can supply copies of this poem printed separately at twopence each (post free, 2 1/2d., or a dozen copies, 2s. 1d.).
The profits will be given to the Dublin Castle Red Cross Hospital.
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The preceding text speaks to the popularity of this particular poem.
Printed on a small slip of paper, this advertisement was pasted into the volume after publication.
The insert is found on the same page as the poem, "The Flower of Youth."Flowers of Youth was extraordinarily popular.
Copies were sold to aid the Red Cross.
A thousand were distributed to bereaved mothers in the South of England and the Bishop of London used it several times in sermons.
Katharine Tynan
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