Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VIII. National Spirit. 1904. | | | | III. War | | “When this cruel war is over” | | Anonymous |
| | | DEAREST love, do you remember | |
| When we last did meet, | |
| How you told me that you loved me | |
| Kneeling at my feet? | |
| Oh, how proud you stood before me | 5 |
| In your suit of blue, | |
| When you vowed to me and country | |
| Ever to be true. | |
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| Chorus.—Weeping, sad and lonely, | |
| Hopes and fears, how vain; | 10 |
| Yet praying | |
| When this cruel war is over, | |
| Praying that we meet again. | |
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| When the summer breeze is sighing | |
| Mournfully along, | 15 |
| Or when autumn leaves are falling, | |
| Sadly breathes the song. | |
| Oft in dreams I see thee lying | |
| On the battle plain, | |
| Lonely, wounded, even dying, | 20 |
Calling, but in vain.
Chorus.—Weeping, sad, etc. | |
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| If, amid the din of battle, | |
| Nobly you should fall, | |
| Far away from those who love you, | |
| None to hear you call, | 25 |
| Who would whisper words of comfort? | |
| Who would soothe your pain? | |
| Ah, the many cruel fancies | |
Ever in my brain!
Chorus.—Weeping, sad, etc. | |
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| But our country called you, darling, | 30 |
| Angels cheer your way! | |
| While our nation’s sons are fighting, | |
| We can only pray. | |
| Nobly strike for God and country, | |
| Let all nations see | 35 |
| How we love the starry banner, | |
| Emblem of the free. | |
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| Chorus.—Weeping, sad and lonely, | |
| Hopes and fears, how vain; | |
| Yet praying | 40 |
| When this cruel war is over, | |
| Praying that we meet again. | | | | |
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