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 Holding life more reverently For the sacred lives they gave, And the deathless liberty They are dying now to save.

Little children, yet unborn, Take your lives in holy trust, Yours the roses, theirs the thorn, Yours the sweetness, theirs the dust, That love keep you safe and warm, Bowed they to a bitter storm.