Cicely Fox Smith
The Happy Warrior (April 23rd) - Poem by Cicely Fox Smith
Here, a soldier plain, I kneel,
Sword on thigh, spur on heel.
If I fall or if I stand,
Lord, my times are in Thy hand.
Three things beneath the sun,
These I'll ask, and so have done.
Clean hand, clean sword,
And a clean heart to serve Thee, Lord!
When Spring's turned and Winter's done,
Life in every bough does run.
Very sweet the Spring sky . . .
Shall a man desire to die,
Die, and be no more seen
Where streams run and fields are green,
And the birds do sing shrill
Mating songs in April?
Should a man not fear to fall,
Lord, Lord . . . if life were all? . . .
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