The Great War

from Herb o' Grace, an electronic edition

The Promise

To you and you it shall be given,

As unto Mary her lost Heaven;

Her Son and your son come

Alive out of the grave and gloom.

Like hers your bliss is pre-ordained

To see the wounds healed and unstained;

Yea, you shall kiss with her

Where the sharp blade hath left no scar.

They shall come in warm to your cold

Dropped arms that found naught to enfold,

And on your heart be laid

The young, the beloved, thorn-crowned head.

Sudden some dawning or some eve

Your dead son shall come in alive,

As once came Mary's Son;

The lost, the incredible Heaven be won.