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The Cry Of The Women Post by :Scherif Category :Poems Author :Helen Leah Reed Date :November 2011 Read :1719

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The Cry Of The Women

A new year dawning on a warring world!
And many fight, and many pray for peace;
But yet the roar of battle will not cease,
Still man against his brother man is hurled.

So we who wait--we women in our woe,
Who wait and work--who wait, and work, and weep--
For us there is no rest, for us no sleep,
As our sad thoughts are wandering grim and slow,

Across those dreary fields where far away
Our hero myriads bleed and burn and die,
We lift our hearts toward the pitying sky--
Dawns there no hope upon this New Year's day?


(The end)
Helen Leah Reed's poem: Cry Of The Women

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Of all the luckless women ever born, Or ever to be born here on our earth, Most pitied be Cassandra, from her birth Condemned to woes unearned by her. Forlorn, She early read great Ilium's doom, and tried, Clear-eyed, clear-voiced, her countrymen to warn. But--she Apollo's passion in high scorn Had once repelled, and of his injured pride The God for her had bred this punishment,-- That good, or bad, all things she prophesied Though true as truth, should

A Canadian Trooper To His Horse A Canadian Trooper To His Horse

A Canadian Trooper To His Horse
Rest here, my horse, the night is dull,--the blood-sick stars are gone, Listen, for thou like me wert bred in far Saskatchewan. And this September night at home, under a happier sky, The bursting yellow sheaves upon the unbounded prairie lie. Bread, bread--the staff and stay of life--'tis what the wheatlands yield; But only death and agony are gathered from this field. There's respite now, but ah! good friend, before another day, Although our bodies may be here, we, we, how far away! We've ridden many a weary mile, together we have fought