If I Should Never

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If I should never see the moon again

Rising red gold across the harvest field,

Or feel the stinging of soft April rain

As the brown earth her hidden treasures yield.

If I should never hear the thrushes wake

Long before the sunrise in the glittering dawn,

Or watch the huge Atlantic rollers break

Against the rugged cliffs in baffling scorn.

If I have said good-bye to stream and wood,

To the wide ocean and the green-clad hills,

I know that He who made this world so good

Has somewhere made a heaven better still.


Major Malcolm Boyd

(Killed on D-Day)

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