Lord of our fathers, hear our prayer For those who paid the price; Our stalwart youth, so brave and fair, Who made the sacrifice. They slumber in the cypress' shade, They, who so nobly died; Facing destruction unafraid, All for a nation's pride. We honor them and weep to think Of youthful hearts so still. O Lord, that youth like this should drink So soon from Lethe's rill! The price of peace is far too high In youthful limb and life. To You, O gracious God, we cry Through clouds of hate and strife. We pray that in the hearts of man The flame of hate may die; That clouds of war no more shall span Our nation's peaceful sky. Lord of our fathers, hear our prayer For youth now free and gay; We pray that You may ever spare Them from the awful fray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: ARCHIBALD LOWELL by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE MENAPHON: SEPHESTIA'S [CRADLE] SONG TO HER CHILD by ROBERT GREENE WHEN FIRST MY WAY by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE BIRDS OF KILLINGWORTH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |