When once again the
dove of peace
Has spread her wings throughout
the world,
And gallant lads come
marching home,
With flags of victory
all unfurled.
How many an eye will
dim with tears
And heart will ache
with pain,
For those who proudly
marched away,
But came not back
again.
With aching hearts we
watched them go,
To answer to their
country’s call,
To fight for honor,
truth and right,
And gladly give their
life—their all.
But in our hearts there
was a hope,
That triumphed over
fear and pain;
When war’s grim spectre
staked away,
God will bring back our
lads again.
‘Tis not for us to doubt
his love,
Although we do not
understand
The rugged path we have
to tread,
Or see the working of
His hand.
But this we know that
free from pain
And sheltered by His
tender love,
Away from sorrow, care
and strife,
Our dear ones wait for
us above.
And ever in our heart
of hearts,
Their cherished memory
we will keep,
And laugh with those
who joyous are,
But weep with those who
weep.
-
Beth
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