- Anthology: THE FIERY CROSS An Anthology of War Poems
- Poem: Expiation
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"I, WAVERING like a candle in the wind:
I on the margin of Eternity:
Alone--alone--and knowing I have sinned:
Pale Galilean, will you watch with me?"
"Lo! I am here, My son: if any sin
I am the Advocate for such as he.
The good to Heaven unmediated win:
You not till death's dark hour have turned to me.
Here on the battlefield are sins forgiven:
Your wounds are sacred: they do expiate:
Again-again--My side for you is riven."
"On healing streams I float thro' Death's dark gate."