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Rh In love, in grief, in pride, we yield our sons.

In Thy strong hands, Father, we lay our sons,

No longer ours, but Thine!

God, through the night, the dark, tempestuous,

See, with clear eyes we wait the day to be.

We do not ask that they come back to us.

We know that, soon or late, victorious,

Even though they die, they will come back to us,

Because they died for Thee!

A MONUMENT FOR THE SOLDIERS

BY JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY

for the Soldiers!

And what will ye build it of?

Can ye build it of marble, or brass, or bronze,

Outlasting the Soldiers' love?

Can ye glorify it with legends

As grand as their blood hath writ

From the inmost shrine of this land of thine

To the outermost verge of it?

And the answer came: We would build it

Out of our hopes made sure,

And out of our purest prayers and tears,

And out of our faith secure: