A Son
My son was killed while laughing at some jest. I would I knew
What it was, and it might serve me in a time when jests are few.
An Only Son
I have slain none except my Mother, She
(Blessing her slayer) died of grief for me.
Ex-Clerk
Pity not! The Army gave
Freedom to a timid slave:
In which Freedom did he find
Strength of body, will, and mind:
By which strength he came to prove
Mirth, Companionship, and Love:
For which Love to Death he went:
In which Death he lies content.
The Wonder
Body and Spirit I surrendered whole
To harsh Instructors—and received a soul …
If mortal man could change me through and through
From all I was—what may The God not do?
Hindu Sepoy in France
This man in his own country prayed we know not to what Powers.
We pray Them to reward him for his bravery in ours.