[mrg]

help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain;



help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire;




help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief;



help us to turn them out roofless with little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it —