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d Unsettled Scores, The Waiter at the Camp, The Warriors War's Homecoming We Need a Few More Optimists We've Had a Letter From the Boy We Who Stay at Home When the Drums Shall Cease to Beat Why We Fight Wish, A Wrist Watch Man, The Your Country Needs You * * * * * Over Here Pledged to the bravest and the best, We stand, who cannot share the fray, Staunch for the danger and the test. For them at night we kneel and pray. Be with them, Lord, who serve the truth, And make us worthy of our youth! Here mother-love and father-love Unite in love of country now; Here to the flag that flies above, Our heads we reverently bow; Here as one people, night and day, For victory we work and pray. Nor race nor creed shall difference make, Nor bigot mar the zealot's plan; We give our all for Freedom's sake, Each man a king, each king a man. Make us the equal, Lord, we pray Of them who die for truth to-day! Let us as gladly give our best, Let us as bravely pay the price As they, who in the bitter test Meet the supremest sacrifice. Oh, God! Wherever we are led, Let us be worthy of our dead! Let us not compromise the truth, Let us not cringe so much in fear That foes may whisper to our youth That we have failed in courage here. Lord, strengthen us, that they may know Our spirits follow where they go! Why We Fight This is the thing we fight: A cry of terror in the night; A ship on work of mercy bent-- A carrier of the sick and maimed-- Beneath the cruel waters sent, And those that did it, unashamed. A woman who had tried to fill A mother's place; had nursed the ill And soothed the troubled brows of pain And earned the dying's grateful prayers, Before a wall by soldiers slain! And such a poor pretext was theirs! Old women pierced by bayonets grim And babies slaughtered for a whim, Cathedrals made the sport of shells, No mercy, even for a child, As though the imps of all the hells Were crazed with drink and running wild. All this we fight--that some day when Good sense shall come again to men, Our children's children may not read This age's history thus defamed And find we
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