Dawn filtered in through the little square windows of the ward. Two of the patients rolled on their sides, that they might talk to one another. In the silence of early morning their voices rang clear.
“Dost thou know, mon ami, that when we captured that German battery a few days ago, we found gunners chained to their guns?”
[17] Putnam Sons.
The Prayer of the Toilers
By Rose Mills Powers
(In “The Survey.”)
Lord of the peaceful Toilers, hark to the toiler’s plea:
The kings of the earth assemble, pawns in their hands are we.
Now as the battle thickens, out of the blood and flame,
Lord of the Toilers, hear us; forgive us who play the game.