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A lover of earth's forests—of her hills,

And brother to her sunlight—to her rain—

Man, with a boy's fresh wonder. He was great

With greatness all too simple to explain.

He was a dreamer and a poet, and brave

To face and hold what he alone found true.

He was a comrade of the old—a friend

To every little laughing child like you.

And when across the peaceful English land,

Unhurt by war, the light is growing dim,

And you remember by your shadowed bed

All those—the brave—you must remember him,

And know it was for you who bear his name

And such as you that all his joy he gave—

His love of quiet fields, his youth, his life,

To win that heritage of peace you have. Marjorie Wilson

HEY shall come back through Heaven's bars

When June has filled the world with joy,

And you are seeking playmates, boy,

To share your Kingdom of the stars;

Or part with you the bracken fronds

Where golden armoured knights may ride,

Or learn where baby rabbits hide,

Or dabble in the silver ponds.

O all the pipes of fairyland

Shall give you royal welcoming

And all the fairy bells shall ring

And you will wander hand in hand.

But through the music gay and sweet

That fairies teach their chosen ones

Shall sound an echo of the guns

And high ambition's drum will beat.

T.W.P.