The Great War

from The Holy War, an electronic edition

The Widow

When she smiles her love draws nigh,

When she weeps he doth depart,

And returns to the Heavens high

With an unwounded heart.

God would suffer him no such wrong

As that he should see her tears

Lest his heart be sad among

His young joyous peers.

Therefore shall her tears be dried,

Therefore her poor lips will smile,

So her darling by her side

May sit down awhile.

So she bends her will to learn

Patience high and heavenly mirth,

That her soldier may return

To his own hearth.