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GERALD M. COOPER
2nd Lieut., Scots Guards
Sonnets
I
WEARY of strife and sickening at the thought
My soul desires release, and as I gaze
Upon the barrenness that war hath wrought,
Another vision rises in a haze
Of phantasy—I see a place of rest
All bathed in sunlight and the scent of flowers,
Where Time has fall'n asleep on Nature's breast,
And none may mark the tread of passing hours.
And in the fairest part of all, that seems
The very home of all things pure and good,
A woman sits with half-closed eyes, and dreams
In ecstasy of perfect motherhood.
O wondrous mystery! Behold, the earth
Blossoms again in mystic second birth.
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