Hero - Repack

"Jack fell as he'd have wished," the Mother said, And folded up the telegram that told Of her son's death, "He's safe in Heaven now," She said, "And I am proud of him, poor lad. He always said he'd go—and now he's gone. He's safer than he'd ever been, I think, And nothing can be hurt. He never wrote To tell me he was wounded; I expect He thought it might distress me. I can see Him smiling as he used to, and his eyes Are just the same. Dear lad, I'm proud of him."

Then the broad, sunny parlour with its flowers And quiet old furniture, and the clock That ticked so slow, seemed like a sort of dream; And all the while the Mother's heart was cold With a despair that she must never tell. "Jack fell as he'd have wished," the Mother

The clergyman came in, and shook her hand, And spoke of Jack's great courage, and the shell That burst quite close; and how he carried on A little while, and then, when help was near, He died quite easily. Her lips were dumb, She could not speak—but, when she raised her head, She looked at him, and knew he'd understood. And then she told the story, for she felt That she must tell it all, to make them see The kind of death her son had died, and how He'd been so brave, and how he'd kept his head. He never wrote To tell me he was