It’s a fine kind thought! And yet – I know
The Abbey’s not where our Jack should lie,
With his sturdy love of a rolling sky;
As a tiny child
He loved a sea that was grand and wild.
God knows best!
Near-by the sea our Jack should rest.
And Willie – Willie our youngest born –
I fear he might be lonesome, laid
Where the echoing, deep-voiced prayers are said, –
And yet the deep-voiced praying words
Reach God’s heart too with the hymns of the birds.
In His keep
On the edge of a wood our Will should sleep.
God knows best!
But the years are young since the lads went west.
(Dorothy Una Ratcliffe)
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