Page:Flower of youth, poems in war time, Tynan, 1915.djvu/54

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FLOWER OF YOUTH

Death, here none die but thee and Sin
Now the great days of Life begin.


And to the Soul: This day I rise
And thee with Me to Paradise.


Betwixt the saddle and the ground
Was Mercy sought and Mercy found.