O the Doctor!
A little tribute from a leity is not a factor,
Yet, still our hearts long to reflect the case,
How you all brighten the Globe's sick face!
O the Saviour!
What you haven't been done to save the Earth's cheer?
When the feverish fear falls apart in 'the waste land',
None but you there to hold our lone hand!
O the Soldier!
What a battle you've faught and still fighting without fear!
From Dover Beach to the long lost Africa's 'heart of darkness',
Each has witnessed thy the fathomless bliss!
My song, this one, is not worth enough to homage pay,
Yet, I stich and unstich, in solitary hour, what my inward eyes say!
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