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     "or the kids, our brothers 
     
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     'l'lII SOl-IIEIUS PRAYER 
     
    
   
   
    
     Stay with me, God. The night is dark. 
     
     The night is cold. My little spark 
     
    

    
     ‘Of courage dies. The night is long. 
     
    

    
     Be with me, God, and make me strong. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I Ioue a game, I love a fight. 
     
    

    
     I hate the dark, I love the light, 
     
     I love my child, I love my wife, 
     
     I am no coward. I love life. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Life, with its change of mood and shade. 
     
     I want to live. I'm not afraid. 
     
    

    
     But me and mine are hard to part- 
     
     Oh, unknown God, lift up my heart. 
     
    
   
   
    
     You stilled the waters a: t unkirk 
     
    

    
     And saved your servants. AH your work 
     
     Is wonderful, dear God. You strode 
     
     Before us down that dreadful road. 
     
    
   
   
    
     We were alone and hope had fled. 
     
    

    
     We loved our country and our dead, 
     
     And could not shame them, so we stayed 
     
     The course, and were not much afraid; 
     
    
   
   
    
     Dear God, that nightmare road! And then 
     
     That seal We got there. . . We were men.‘ 
     
     My eyes were blind, my feet were tom, 
     
     My soul sang like a bird at dawn! 
     
    
   
   
    
     I knew that Death is but a door. 
     
     I knew what we were fighting for; 
     
     Peace for the kids, our brothers freed, 
     
    
   
   
    
     ‘A kinder world, a cleaner breed. 
     
    
   
   
    
     I'm but the son my mother bore, 
     
    

    
     A simple man, and nothing more. 
     
     But-God of strength and gentleness, 
     
     Be pleased to make me nothing less. 
     
    
   
   
    
     Help me, O God. when death is near 
     
     To mock the haggard face of fear, 
     
     That when I fall —if fall I must- 
     
    
   
   
    
     My soul may triumph in the dust. 
     
    
   
   
    
     surely ho one of us; 5Z5 read this heartfelt prayer without realizing 
     
    
   
   
    
     how deep a debt we owe to those who, with a great price, have paid 
     
     forlour freedom. Now, as they turn to us for "a kinder world,” can we 
     
     let the-n down? 
     
    
   
   
    
        WART ct, Ltd. --- uterus BROS., Ltd. 
     
    
   
   
    
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