The Great War

from Late Songs, an electronic edition

The Newly-Born

The little soul looked out

Into a world of pain,

And sore oppressed with fear and doubt,

Shut eyes again.

Heard not the mother's cries

Nor saw her arms stretched wide,

Slipped back again to Paradise

On the next tide.

So small, so soft, so fair,

And like a carrier-dove,

The little soul, Love's messenger,

Fled back to Love.

O, in this storm and din

What place for her abode?

The little white soul but looked in—

Flew back to God.