Page:Roses in Rain, by Lilian Wooster Greaves, 1910.pdf/7

 Then save, Church and State ! oh most blest foster-mothers! And Charity, bearing the burdens of others, Oh save from destruction the child, soul and spirit, And give him the kingdom that he should inherit.

Sweet, sighing Rose-Mother, another glad morning A myriad gay blooms may your breast be adorning. In the war-ravished country, for woman’s wild weeping Shall rise the thanksgiving psalm after the reaping. But till Love reigns triumphant in Home-life again. The children must perish, like roses in rain.