Into the chaos of despair we fling ourselves to-day
As guardians of a precious trust hate must not sweep away.
We must rejoice, if we are men, not weak and soft of heart
That we have heeded duty's call, and taken up our part.
And when at last sweet peace shall come, and all the strife is o'er,
We shall be prouder of our flag than we have been before,
A Prayer
God grant to us the strength of men,
The patience of the brave;