What the Regimental Chaplain Prayed Lord God of Hosts, be with us here! Be with our troops that have no peer! Sheathe them and shield them with Thy might, Teach them to scorn comfort, delight,— To die for Freedom we revere, And homes inestimably dear! Gird them with iron! ... Be ever near, Through stern and soul-redeeming night, Lord God of Hosts! When Christ to mortals did appear He brought nor meek compliance nor fear, He brought a sword,—bade men to fight; We fight beside Him now and here— Our holy Captain—without fear For Peace and Liberty and Right,— Lord God of Hosts! DE PROFUNDIS What the Regimental Chaplain Should Have Prayed Cometh the dawn: ye men who know Infinite anguish, infinite woe,— Blinded and scourged in a ghastly doom, Yearning and staggering through the gloom Of filthy war,—O Youth laid low, Dreaming of clean things long ago, Of Christmas eves and drifted snow, Cursing the savage cannon-boom,— Cometh the dawn! All things end sometime here below, Even hate and war: it must be so. ... The rotting flesh, the riven gloom, Will vanish with the dreaded foe, And peace will come and May winds blow, And thrushes sing where lilacs bloom: Cometh the dawn! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO HIS WINDING-SHEET by ROBERT HERRICK TO MR. THOMAS SOUTHERNE, ON HIS BIRTHDAY, 1742 by ALEXANDER POPE OCTOBER by MARIE DAVIES WARREN BECKNER JUDGES: SONG OF DEBORAH; FRAGMENTS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE HEALERS by LAURENCE BINYON RIDDLE OF GOD by PAUL SOUTHWORTH BLISS ON MY DEAR GRANDCHILD SIMON WHO DIED ... ONE MONTH AND ONE DAY OLD by ANNE BRADSTREET |