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Robert W Service - Our Hero
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"Flowers, only flowers — bring me dainty posies,
    Blossoms for forgetfulness," that was all he said;
So we sacked our gardens, violets and roses,
    Lilies white and bluebells laid we on his bed.
Soft his pale hands touched them, tenderly caressing;
    Soft into his tired eyes came a little light;
Such a wistful love-look, gentle as a blessing;
    There amid the flowers waited he the night.

"I would have you raise me; I can see the West then:
    I would see the sun set once before I go."
So he lay a-gazing, seemed to be at rest then,
    Quiet as a spirit in the golden glow.
So he lay a-watching rosy castles crumbling,
    Moats of blinding amber, bastions of flame,
Rugged rifts of opal, crimson turrets tumbling;
    So he lay a-dreaming till the shadows came.

"Open wide the window; there`s a lark a-singing;
    There`s a glad lark singing in the evening sky.
How it`s wild with rapture, radiantly winging:
    Oh it`s good to hear that when one has to die.
I am horror-haunted from the hell they found me;
    I am battle-broken, all I want is rest.
Ah! It`s good to die so, blossoms all around me,
    And a kind lark singing in the golden West.

"Flowers, song and sunshine, just one thing is wanting,
    Just the happy laughter of a little child."
So we brought our dearest, Doris all-enchanting;
    Tenderly he kissed her; radiant he smiled.
"In the golden peace-time you will tell the story
    How for you and yours, sweet, bitter deaths were ours. . . .
God bless little children!" So he passed to glory,
    So we left him sleeping, still amid the flow`rs.
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