Refugees
"Nay little pilgrim, up with you!
And yonder field shall be the town.
I'll show you how the soldiers do
Who travel up and down.
They march and sing and march again
Not minding all the stones and dust;
They go, (God grant me rest from men!)
Forward, because they must."
"Mother, I want to go to sleep."
"No, darling! Here is bread to eat
(O God, if thou couldst let me weep,
Or heal my broken feet!)"
"THE LITTLE ROSE IS DUST, MY DEAR"
The little rose is dust, my dear;
The elfin wind is gone
That sang a song of silver words
And cooled our hearts with dawn.
And what is left to hope, my dear,
Or what is left to say?
The rose, the little wind and you
Have gone so far away.
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