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COMFORT THE WOMEN (Continued) Protect the women—they so helpless slain By each sharp sword that strikes a dear one down, Who on the battlefield in spirit go Without the war's red splendour or renown.

Lord, 'mid this discord of Thy Christian world, 'Mid the loud praying of men's hopes and fears, Comfort the women, let this cry be heard, For Thou hast known a human mother's tears. [58]