FROM THE GREAT WAR
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LITTLE MOTHER
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Little mother, little mother, with the shadows in your eyes,
And the icy hand of Fear about your heart,
You cannot help your boy prepare to make his sacrifice,
Unless you make yours bravely at the start!
He is training, as a million others train;
He is giving what the others give—their best;
Make him feel your faith in him, though your troubled eyes grow dim;
Let him know that you can stand the acid test!
Because he's joined the colors—he's not dead!
Because he's found his duty, he's not lost!
Through your mother-love, my dear, keep him steady, keep him near,
To the soul he loves—your soul—whate'er the cost!
You aren't alone in heartaches or in doubts;
