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I am Miss Pancake Taylor. I have come from very far away to take care of my family Craig and Zita and Niamh and Emmet. Sometimes I have helpers; my friends the Blackthorn-Badgers. They are very old Scotsmen. I am very glad to meet you.

Thursday, 29 November 2012

A Cross in Flanders
 


IN the face of death, they say, he joked—he had no fear;   
  His comrades, when they laid him in a Flanders grave,   
Wrote on a rough-hewn cross—a Calvary stood near—   
  “Without a fear he gave   

“His life, cheering his men, with laughter on his lips.”            

  So wrote they, mourning him. Yet was there only one   
Who fully understood his laughter, his gay quips,   
  One only, she alone—   

She who, not so long since, when love was new-confest,   
  Herself toyed with light laughter while her eyes were dim,           
And jested, while with reverence despite her jest   
  She worshipped God and him.   

She knew—O Love, O Death!—his soul had been at grips   
  With the most solemn things. For she, was she not dear?   
Yes, he was brave, most brave, with laughter on his lips,            

  The braver for his fear!

G. Rostrevor Hamilton

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