Man with staff
The robber hoards that strip and slay
Take more than gold, forsooth,
They kill our holiest of Hopes—
They take all Love—all Youth!
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They smite the mother and the maid—
The babe that cries unfed,
And little children, sore afraid
Sob in the night for bread
| Soldier looking in window at mother and child
Oh, who shall staunch such world-wide woe—
Such universe of pain?
And who has oil and wine enough?
And must they cry in vain?
| Nurse and dog with Red Cross symbol in sky
Nay! On the road to Jericho
There be a million now,
Who bear Christ's pity in their hearts,
His sign upon their brow.
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And millions more shall follow them
To bind and to restore.
Till all the highway is made safe
And war shall be no more.
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Now God give grace to all who hear
And may His love suffice
To blaze upon each heart each day
The Cross of Sacrifice
| Two vultures sitting on the back of a German helmet back facing pages, camels marching in a row
Transcriber's Note: Obvious punctuation errors repaired. The original text spelled "grievous" as "grevious." This was retained so as to not change the poem's meter. The original text had the contraction for "it is" (it's) in place of every possessive "its." This was corrected. |
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