I’d like now, yet had haply been afraid,To have just looked, when this man came to die,And seen who lined the clean gay garret sides,And stood about the neat low truckle-bed,With the heavenly manner of relieving guard.Here had been, mark, the general-in-chief,Thro’ a whole campaign of the world’s life and death,Doing the King’s work all the dim day long,In his old coat and up to knees in mud,Smoked like a herring, dining on a crust,—And, now the day was won, relieved at once!No further show or need of that old coat,You are sure, for one thing! Bless us, all the whileHow sprucely we are dressed out, you and I!A second, and the angels alter that.
I’d like now, yet had haply been afraid,To have just looked, when this man came to die,And seen who lined the clean gay garret sides,And stood about the neat low truckle-bed,With the heavenly manner of relieving guard.Here had been, mark, the general-in-chief,Thro’ a whole campaign of the world’s life and death,Doing the King’s work all the dim day long,In his old coat and up to knees in mud,Smoked like a herring, dining on a crust,—And, now the day was won, relieved at once!No further show or need of that old coat,You are sure, for one thing! Bless us, all the whileHow sprucely we are dressed out, you and I!A second, and the angels alter that.
I’d like now, yet had haply been afraid,To have just looked, when this man came to die,And seen who lined the clean gay garret sides,And stood about the neat low truckle-bed,With the heavenly manner of relieving guard.Here had been, mark, the general-in-chief,Thro’ a whole campaign of the world’s life and death,Doing the King’s work all the dim day long,In his old coat and up to knees in mud,Smoked like a herring, dining on a crust,—And, now the day was won, relieved at once!No further show or need of that old coat,You are sure, for one thing! Bless us, all the whileHow sprucely we are dressed out, you and I!A second, and the angels alter that.
I’d like now, yet had haply been afraid,
To have just looked, when this man came to die,
And seen who lined the clean gay garret sides,
And stood about the neat low truckle-bed,
With the heavenly manner of relieving guard.
Here had been, mark, the general-in-chief,
Thro’ a whole campaign of the world’s life and death,
Doing the King’s work all the dim day long,
In his old coat and up to knees in mud,
Smoked like a herring, dining on a crust,—
And, now the day was won, relieved at once!
No further show or need of that old coat,
You are sure, for one thing! Bless us, all the while
How sprucely we are dressed out, you and I!
A second, and the angels alter that.
Robert Browning.