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Edgar Guest - Next Of Kin
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I notice when the news comes in
      Of one who`s claimed eternal glory,
    This simple phrase, "the next of kin,"
      Concludes the soldier`s final story.
    This tells the world what voice will choke,
    What heart that bit of shrapnel broke,
    What father or what mother brave
    Will think of Flanders as a grave.

    "The next of kin," the cable cold
      Wastes not a precious word in telling,
    Yet cannot you and I behold
      The sorrow in some humble dwelling,
    And cannot you and I perceive
    The brave yet lonely mother grieve
    And picture, when that news comes in,
    The anguish of "the next of kin?"

    For every boy in uniform,
      Another soldier brave is fighting;
    A double rank the cannons storm,
      Two lines the cables are uniting,
    And with the hurt each soldier feels,
    At home the other warrior reels;
    Two suffer, freedom`s cause to win:
    The soldier and "the next of kin."

    Oh, next of kin, be brave, be strong,
      As brave as was the boy that`s missing;
    The years will many be and long
      That you will hunger for his kissing.
    Yet he enlisted you with him
    To share war`s bitter price and grim;
    Your service runs through many years
    Because your name with his appears.
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