Chapitre n° 14 - (VERSO)
Where, in the sunshine of her cottage door
Whose porch would echo to his step
once no more,
His aged mother sat, her gentle eyes
Bright with reflected light from Paradise,
Lovingly thinking of her wandering boy,
Her widow’s comfort and her mother’s joy.
Saw he himself again, life but begun,
Kneeling hands clasped by her at set of sun,
While dimly conscious of some angel near
He lisped the little prayer to childhood dear?
Passage de « The Last Prayer » (La dernière prière); remarquez la correction sur la deuxième ligne qui confirme que le soldat est mort.