Mary Webb shows her concern for her brothers at the
Western Front in this poignant poem:
The Lad Out there
Oh, Powers of Love, if still you lean
Above a world so black with hate,
Where yet -as it has ever been –
The loving heart is desolate,
Look down upon the lad I love, (My brave lad, tramping through the mire)
I cannot light his welcoming fire, Light Thou the stars for him above!
Now nights are dark and mornings dim, Let him in his watching know
That I too count the minutes slow And light the lamp of love for him.
Sunday, November 13, 2022