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Katharine Tynan - The HeroesKatharine Tynan - The Heroes
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By such strange and wonderful ways     God would save His world again. All our days are holy days,     Starry heroes all our men. There`s naught common or unclean     In this splendid new-made earth: Hearts uplifted, eyes serene,     Grief goes gayer now than mirth. Quietly in the sacred night     Tears must fall, O noble tears! That are shed in the Lords` sight     And are only for His ears. Who would mourn aloud for sons     Gorgeous in our firmament, Starry constellations     In the way their fathers went? From the innumerable grave     There will spring a world new-born, With the austerest eyes and brave     And its clear gaze towards the morn. He who gave His Son to die     For man`s purchase, gives once more These, His beloved sons, to buy     Him a world worth dying for.
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