<html xmlns:tei="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><body><h1 align="center" class="head">The Recruit</h1><div class="stanza"><p class="line">Through all the anguish of those days</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">The haunting horror and the woe,</p><p class="line">One thing can set my heart ablaze,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">My memory aglow.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">It is his look just as he turned</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">After the last goodbye was said.</p><p class="line">A look as though for him there burned</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">A beacon light ahead.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">As though he saw what we see not</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Past this dark world's horizon rim.</p><p class="line">A faith, a hope, by us uncaught,</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">That swung to range for him.</p></div><div class="stanza"><p class="line">As though his spirit winged had flown</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Past stormy seas, on some far quest.</p><p class="line">And, like a bird, had found its own</p><p class="line" style="text-indent:5%">Hid in a quiet nest.</p></div><p class="byline">-- Helen A. Saxon.<br xmlns:exist="http://exist.sourceforge.net/NS/exist" xmlns:html="http://www.w3.org/TR/REC-html40"/> Youth's Companion. </p></body></html> · Great War