By Elsie Chamberlain Carroll
“I know God lives,” she said. “You see
He brought my boy through all the hell
This war has been safe home to me.
“One day his ship was bombed, and there
He saw his comrades die by scores.
At home I prayed. God heard my prayer.
“Another time he landed where
The bullets fell in hissing showers.
His life again was saved by prayer.
“My faith a mighty bulwark stood
Through this war’s ghastly years.
Can I say aught but God is good?”
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Through tears that burned and choked, unshed,
I saw her placid face and turned away:
I also prayed. My soldier boy is dead.