<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428723" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Only Son</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mother died last year and yet<br>She wearied Heaven with fear and fret,<br>Wanting the son she left behind,<br>And God was patient, being kind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was so beautiful, so young,<br>Slender as a tall tree, wind-swung;<br>Innocent, gay: she went in fear<br>Something might hurt him, lacking her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She heard amid the starry mirth<br>Rumour of dreadful things on earth.<br>Of sweet youth slain and beauty marred<br>Beyond all balm and spikenard.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, had she visions of his plight<br>Lying in the red rain at night<br>Amid the piteous heap of slain,<br>That she was wild with fear and pain?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">God gives His angels. But she went<br>Uncomforted and discontent.<br>Because no angel ever knew<br>The way to love that mothers do.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And so she wearied Heaven with prayer,<br>Her knees for ever on God's stair,<br>Her troubled thoughts for ever abeat<br>Like wings about the Mercy-Seat.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At last God heard her. Swift as the wind<br>His messenger went forth to find<br>Her son and bring him to her breast<br>So that at last her heart might rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She died a year ago and still<br>Her cup of Heaven's untasted till<br>God's messenger returns to say:<br>'He fell in action yesterday.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Katharine+Tynan">Katharine Tynan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=428723" data-title="The Only Son de Katharine Tynan" data-description="His mother died last year and yet She wearied Heaven with fear and fret, Wanting the son she left behind, And God was patient, being kind. He was so beautiful, so young, Slender as a tall tree, wind-swung; Innocent, gay: she went in fear Somethin..."></div> </div> </div>

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