  Night Duty, December 1917 Through the night-watches of our House of Sighs In capable serenity of mind You steadily achieve the tasks designed With calm, half-smiling, interested eyes; Though all-unknowing, confidently wise Concerning pain you never felt, you find Content from uneventful years arise As you toil on, mechanically kind. So thus far have your smooth days passed, but when The tempest none escape shall cloud your sky, And Life grow dark around you, through your pain You’ll learn the meaning of your mercy then To those who blessed you as you passed them by, Nor seek to tread the untroubled road again. France. |
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