Page:Flower of youth, poems in war time, Tynan, 1915.djvu/60

58 THE PREDESTINED

(W. E. H. 6th November 1914)

, we might have known you were

To die young—and were we blind

To the light on face and hair?

Dear, so simple and so kind.

You were clean as your own sword

And as straight too and steel true.

In the Army of the Lord

What promotion waits for you!

I can see you where you stand,

Knightly soul, so clean, so brave.

With a new sword in your hand

Where the lilied banners wave.

Flower of simple chivalry,

Marked for honour and for grace;

It was very plain to see

The clear shining of your face.