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Andrew Macphail, comp. The Book of Sorrow. 1916.

From ‘The Warrior to His Dead Bride’

Adelaide Anne Procter (1825–1864)

IF in the fight my arm was strong,

And forced my foes to yield,

If conquering and unhurt I came

Back from the battle-field—

It is because thy prayers have been

My safeguard and my shield….

Thy heart, my own, still beats in Heaven

With the same love divine

That made thee stoop to such a soul,

So hard, so stern, as mine—

My eyes have learnt to weep, beloved,

Since last they looked on thine.

I hear thee murmur words of peace

Through the dim midnight air,

And a calm falls from the angel stars

And soothes my great despair—

The Heavens themselves look brighter, love,

Since thy sweet soul is there.