The Mary Webb Society

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

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