Rupert Brooke

1914 I: Peace – Rupert Brooke

1914 I: Peace – Rupert Brooke

Now, God be thanked Who has watched us with His hour, And caught our youth, and wakened us from sleeping, With hand made sure, clear eye, and sharpened power, To turn, as swimmers into cleanness leaping, Glad from a world grown old and cold and weary, Leave the sick hearts that honour could not move... »