Through all the anguish of those days
The haunting horror and the woe,
One thing can set my heart ablaze,
My memory aglow.
It is his look just as he turned
After the last goodbye was said.
A look as though for him there burned
A beacon light ahead.
As though he saw what we see not
Past this dark world's horizon rim.
A faith, a hope, by us uncaught,
That swung to range for him.
As though his spirit winged had flown
Past stormy seas, on some far quest.
And, like a bird, had found its own
Hid in a quiet nest.
-- Helen A. Saxon.
Youth's Companion.
