George Herbert Clarke, ed. (1873–1953). A Treasury of War Poetry. 1917.
Katharine Tynan
To the Others
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Your son and my son to the Holy War:
Your son and my son for the accolade
With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed.
When they were little for their mother’s kiss.
Little feet hastening, so soft, unworn,
To the vows and the vigil and the road of thorn.
Sheltered in mother’s breast, by mother’s wings,
Should they be broken in the Lord’s wars—Peace!
He Who has given them—are they not His?
Fighting and falling at the last redoubt,
Dream of long dying on the field of slain;
This was the dream that lured, nor lured in vain.
Bugles and trumpets of the Holy War.
Your son and my son have heard the call,
Your son and my son have stormed the wall.
Your man and my man and now the Lord’s!
Your son and my son for the Great Crusade,
With the banner of Christ over them—our knights new-made.