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Beyond
the Hills of Dream
by
William Wilfred Campbell
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Afterglow
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AFTER
the clangor of battle,
There comes a moment of rest,
And the simple hopes and the simple joys
And the simple thoughts are best.
After the victor’s pæan, |
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After
the thunder of gun,
There comes a lull that must come to all
Before the set of the sun.
Then what is the happiest memory?
Is it the foe’s defeat? |
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Is it
the splendid praise of a world
That thunders by at your feet?
Nay, nay, to the life-worn spirit
The happiest thoughts are those
That carry us back to the simple joys
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And
the sweetness of life’s repose.
A simple
love and a simple trust
And a simple duty done
Are truer torches to light to death
Than a whole world’s victories won. |
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