When The War's At An End

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    At length when the war's at an end
    And we're just ourselves,--you and I,
    And we gather our lives up to mend,
    We, who've learned how to live and to die:

    Shall we think of the old ambition
    For riches, or how to grow wise,
    When, like Lazarus freshly arisen,
    We've the presence of Death in our eyes?

    Shall we dream of our old life's passion,--
    To toil for our heart's desire,
    Whose souls War has taken to fashion
    With molten death and with fire?

    I think we shall crave the laughter
    Of the wind through trees gold with the sun,
    When our strife is all finished,--after
    The carnage of War is done.

    Just these things will then seem worth while:--
    How to make Life more wondrously sweet;
    How to live with a song and a smile,
    How to lay our lives at Love's feet.

ERIC P. DAWSON,
Sub. Lieut. R.N.V.R.