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Poem by Katharine Tynan
The Broken Soldier
The broken soldier sings and whistles day to dark; He's but the remnant of a man, maimed and half-blind, But the soul they could not harm goes singing like the lark, Like the incarnate Joy that will not be confined. The Lady at the Hall has given him a light task, He works in the gardens as busy as a bee; One hand is but a stump and his face a pitted mask; The gay soul goes singing like a bird set free. Whistling and singing like a linnet on wings; The others stop to listen, leaning on the spade, Whole men and comely, they fret at little things. The soul of him's singing like a thrush in a glade. Hither and thither, hopping, like Robin on the grass, The soul in the broken man is beautiful and brave; And while he weeds the pansies and the bright hours pass The bird caught in the cage whistles its joyous stave.
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