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What Have I to Sorrow O'er?

by George Reginald Margetson

0.2783 − 0.9408i

Drawing the boundary…

The Recruit

by A.E.Housman

0.2361 − 0.9517i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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What Have I to Sorrow O'er?

by George Reginald Margetson

What have I to sorrow o'er?
Death no terrors has for me,
Life is but a troubled sea,
Leaning on a happier shore.

All the agonies I feel,
All the sufferings that I bear,—
Shadows!— ye shall disappear,
Sweetest sunshine to reveal.

All this earthly show must cease,
Vanity shall meet decay,
When like ships we sail away,
Making for the goal of Peace.

There within one social sphere
Rich and poor alike shall move,
Fed by one Paternal Love,
All one common blessing share.

Naught have I to worry o'er,
Death no perils has for me,
Life is but a rolling sea,
Moving to the Heavenly Shore.

The Recruit

by A.E.Housman

Leave your home behind, lad,
And reach your friends your hand,
And go, and luck go with you
While Ludlow tower shall stand.

Oh, come you home of Sunday
When Ludlow streets are still
And Ludlow bells are calling
To farm and lane and mill,

Or come you home of Monday
When Ludlow market hums
And Ludlow chimes are playing
"The conquering hero comes,"

Come you home a hero,
Or come not home at all,
The lads you leave will mind you
Till Ludlow tower shall fall.

And you will list the bugle
That blows in lands of morn,
And make the foes of England
Be sorry you were born.

And you till trump of doomsday
On lands of morn may lie,
And make the hearts of comrades
Be heavy where you die.

Leave your home behind you,
Your friends by field and town
Oh, town and field will mind you
Till Ludlow tower is down.

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