We knew that sometimes people wept
      To see the Flag go waving by,
    But never guessed the griefs they kept—­
      We never understood just why. 
    But now our eyes grow quickly dim,
      Our voices choke with sobs to-day;
    The Flag is telling us of him,
      Our little boy who’s gone away.

    We never knew the Flag could be
      So much a part of human life,
    We thought it beautiful to see
      Before these bitter days of strife;
    But now more beautiful it gleams,
      And deeper in our hearts it dwells;
    It is the emblem of our dreams,
      For of our little boy it tells.

         A Battle Prayer

God of battles, be with us now: 
Guard our sons from the lead of shame,
Watch our sons when the cannons flame,
Let them not to a tyrant bow.

God of battles, to Thee we pray: 
Be with each loyal son who fights
In the cause of justice and human rights,
Grant him strength and lead the way.

God of battles, our youth we give
To the battle line on a foreign soil,
To conquer hatred and lust and spoil;
Grant that they and their cause shall live.

         Good Luck

Good luck!  That’s all I’m saying, as you sail across the sea;
The best o’ luck, in the parting, is the prayer you get from me. 
May you never meet a danger that you won’t come safely through,
May you never meet a German that can get the best of you;
Oh!  A thousand things may happen when a fellow’s at the front,
A thousand different mishaps, but here’s hoping that they won’t.

Good luck!  That’s all I’m saying, as you turn away to go,
Good luck and plenty of it, may it be your lot to know;
May you never meet rough weather, but remember if you do
That the folks at home are wishing that you’ll all come safely through. 
Oh!  A thousand things may happen when a fellow bears the brunt
Of His Country’s fight for glory, but I’m praying that they won’t.

Good luck!  That’s all I’m saying as you’re falling into line;
May the splendor of your service bring you everything that’s fine;
May the fates deal kindly with you, may you never know distress,
And may every task you tackle end triumphant with success. 
Oh!  A thousand things may happen that with joy your life will fill;
You may not get all the gladness, but I’m hoping that you will.

         A Prayer, 1918

Oh, make us worthy,
God, we pray,
To do thy service
Here to-day;
Endow us with
The strength we need
For every
Sacrificial deed!

         The Change

’Twas hard to think that he must go,
We knew that we should miss him so,
We thought that he must always stay
Beside us, laughing, day by day;
That he must never know the care
And hurt and grief of life out there. 
Then came the call for youth, and he
Talked with his mother and with me,
And suddenly we learned the boy
Was hungering to know the joy
Of doing something real with life,
And that he craved the test of strife.