| George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917. |
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| 150. To a Mother |
| | | By Eden Phillpotts |
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| ROBBED mother of the stricken Motherland— | |
| Two hearts in one and one among the dead, | |
| Before your grave with an uncovered head | |
| I, that am man, disquiet and silent stand | |
| In reverence. It is your blood they shed; | 5 |
| It is your sacred self that they demand, | |
| For one you bore in joy and hope, and planned | |
| Would make yourself eternal, now has fled. | |
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| But though you yielded him unto the knife | |
| And altar with a royal sacrifice | 10 |
| Of your most precious self and dearer life— | |
| Your master gem and pearl above all price— | |
| Content you; for the dawn this night restores | |
| Shall be the dayspring of his soul and yours. | |
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